None Of Us Can Choose The Manner

This Is The Real Magic Of Fantasy Fiction: It Can Feed Souls And Change Lives.

Your Men Are Brave Men, And You Have Won. I Can Live With That, Earl Of Bronze A Poor Man Would I Be If I Could Not.

A Cynic By Experience, A Romantic By Inclination And Now A Hero By Necessity.

While Men Compete In War, There Will Be Warriors. While There Are Warriors, There Will Be Princes Among Warriors. Among The Princes Will Be Kings, And Among The Kings An Emperor.

Our Souls Are But Leaves In A Storm, And Only The Gods Know Where We Will Come To Rest.