The Only Death I Fear Is Dying

A Celebration Of Insignificance, Is That All We Are In The End? And One Day I’ll Just Be One More Of Those Faces, Frozen In Death And Wonder

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

Children Were Meant To Be Gifts. The Physical Manifestation Of Love Between A Man And A Woman. And For That Love All Manner Of Sacrifice Could Be Borne.

"there's Little Value In Seeking To Find Reasons For Why People Do What They Do, Or Feel The Way They Feel. Hatred Is A Most Pernicious Thing, Finding Root In Any Kind Of Soil. It Feeds On Itself." "with Words."

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.