The Sands Of Time Cannot Be Stopped.

Engaged In A Fiery Dance, Their Bodies Were Linked And Seperated By The Flashing Blades. At Times They Nearly Touched, Taut Skin Only A Hair's Breadth Away, But Then Momentum Would Whirl Them Apart, And They Would Withdraw For A Second, Only To Join Again. Their Sinuous Forms Wove Together Like Twisting Ropes Of Windblown Smoke.

Let No Man, In Whatever Rank Or Superiority, Control Your Mind And Tell You What To Do

The Deeds Of The Children Are A Testament To The Upbringing They Received From Their Parents.

On The Beach, Roran Stood Alone, Watching Them Go. Then He Threw Back His Head And Uttered A Long, Aching Cry, And The Night Echoed With The Sound Of His Loss.

Better To Die Than To Live In Fear.