It Might Not Be True, But That

I Smiled,"deoch, My Heart Is Made Of Stronger Stuff Than Glass. When She Strikes She'll Find It Strong As Iron-bound Brass, Or Gold And Adamant Together Mixed. Don't Think I Am Unaware, Some Startled Deer To Stand Transfixed By Hunter's Horns. It's She Who Should Take Care, For When She Strikes, My Heart Will Make A Sound So Beautiful And Bright That It Can't Help But Bring Her Back To Me In Winged Light.

I Like Your Manly Bravado," She Said. "do It Some More.

By Your Logic I Should Also Be In Charge Of Solinade Dances, Needlework, And Horse Thieving.

All Explicit Knowledge Is Translated Knowledge, And All Translation Is Imperfect.

Just Handle The Books Gently And You’ll Get Along Fine.