Evil does not listen to reason.

It was all I could do to keep from lunging across the table and pressing my shuttering lips against his burning flesh. My palms were sweating profusely causing me to have to wipe them against my jeans under the table. Those last few seconds had felt like a lifetime in pause.

We are all roamers of vast spaces and travelers in many ages.

With him I couldn’t be anything but myself and that scared the crap out of me, because I had never existed like that before.

I hope I died honorably. I have a great deal to atone for. - Eler Nersal

When his dead father touched his hand, Athson almost dropped the arrow.