What Mortal Knew The Way Their Fate

Some Writers Later, Describing The Events Of That Night And Day, Wrote That Wan'yen Of The Altai Had Seen A Spirit-dragon Of The River And Become Afraid. Writers Do That Sort Of Thing. They Like Dragons In Their Tales.

By Things So Achingly Small Are Lives Measured And Marred.

Words Were Power, Words Tried To Change You, To Shape Bridges Of Longing That No One Could Ever Really Cross.

You Have To Be Afraid For It To Count As Bravery.

When I'm All Grown Up, Come What May, I'll Build A Boat To Carry Me Away