An Arrow May Not Be A Shocklance,

We Rode On The Winds Of The Rising Storm, We Ran To The Sounds Of The Thunder. We Danced Among The Lightning Bolts, And Tore The World Asunder.

Pessimism, She Is A Fond Friend Of Yours, Yes?" - That's Uncalled For. I Barely Know Her. Mere Acquaintances, At Best.

Sandar Came To Stand Beside Him, Frowning Down At The Crumpled High Lord. "he Does Not Look So Mighty Lying There," He Said Wonderingly. "he Does Not Look So Much Greater Than Me.

He Was Swimming In A Sea Of Other People’s Expectations. Men Had Drowned In Seas Like That.

Hardness Shatters; Strength Endures.