Any Reasonable Ruler Would Have The Expectation

Kallor Said: "i Walked This Land When The T'lan Imass Were But Children. I Have Commanded Armies A Hundred Thousand Strong. I Have Spread The Fire Of My Wrath Across Entire Continents, And Sat Alone Upon Tall Thrones. Do You Grasp The Meaning Of This?" "yes," Said Caladan Brood, "you Never Learn."

And In The City On All Sides, The Howling Of The Hounds Rose In An Ear-shattering, Soul-flailing Crescendo. The Lord Of Death Had Arrived, To Walk The Streets In The City Of Blue Fire.

Destiny Is A Lie. Destiny Is Justification For Atrocity. It Is The Means By Which Murderers Armour Themselves Against Reprimand. It Is A Word Intended To Stand In Place Of Ethics, Denying All Moral Context.

Ben Adaephon Delat," Pearl Said Plaintively, "see The Last Who Comes. You Send Me To My Death." "i Know," Quick Ben Whispered. "flee, Then. I Will Hold Them Enough To Ensure Your Escape No More." Quick Ben Sank Down Past The Roof. Before He Passed From Sight Pearl Spoke Again. "ben Adaephon Delat, Do You Pity Me?" "yes" He Replied Softly, Then Pivoted And Dropped Down Into Darkness.

The Wickans Know That The Gift Of Power Is Never Free. They Know Enough Not To Envy The Chosen Among Them, For Power Is Never A Game, Nor Are Glittering Standards Raised To Glory And Wealth. They Disguise Nothing In Trappings, And So We All See What We'd Rather Not, That Power Is Cruel, Hard As Iron And Bone, And Thrives On Destruction. ~ Deadhouse Gates