A Frightened Man Is A Beaten Man.

A Man Could Not Always Be Where He Belonged, Though.

A Lord Must Learn That Sometimes Words Can Accomplish What Swords Cannot.

I Have A Hole Where My Heart Should Be, She Thought, And Nowhere Else To Go.

She Remembered The Godswood, Drooping Branches Heavy With Moisture, And The Sound Of Her Brother’s Laughter As He Chased Her Through Piles Of Damp Leaves.

I Am Only A Little Lion, Child, And I Vow, I Shall Not Savage You.