When A Woman Says She Will Obey

Women," Mat Declared As He Rode Pips Down The Dusty, Little-used Road, "are Like Mules." He Frowned. "wait. No. Goats. Women Are Like Goats. Except Every Flaming One Thinks She's A Horse Instead, And A Prize Racing Mare To Boot. Do You Understand Me, Talmanes?" "pure Poetry, Mat," Talmanes Said, Tamping The Tabac Down Into His Pipe.

In A Cruel Land, You Either Learned To Laugh At Cruelty Or Spent Your Life Weeping.

Thus Is Our Treaty Written; Thus Is Agreement Made. Thought Is The Arrow Of Time; Memory Never Fades. What Was Asked Is Given; The Price Is Paid.

Two Hands. One To Destroy, The Other To Save. Which Had He Lost?

It Is The Enemy You Underestimate Who Kills You.