No Battle Plan Survives First Contact With

Only The Saints Would Joke So About The Gods, Because It Was Either Joke Or Scream, And They Alone Knew It Was All The Same To The Gods.

Your Father Calls You To His Court. You Need Not Pack. You Go Garbed In Glorious Raiment. He Waits Eagerly By His Palace Doors To Welcome You, And Has Prepared A Place At The High Table, By His Side, In The Company Of The Great-souled, Honored, And Best-beloved.

As The Week Wore On, Ivan Contemplated The Merits Of Inertia As A Problem-solving Technique With Growing Favor

Your Reverence, I Do Not Hate Any Man In This World Enough To Inflict The Results Of My Prayers Upon Him.

A True Vor, Miles Told Himself Severely, Does Not Bury His Face In His Liegewoman's Breasts And Cry--even If He Is At A Convenient Height For It.