The Stars, They Are As The Sun.

Believe It Or Not, Friendships Are Difficult To Write In Fiction. They Can Easily Come Across As Forced, Particularly If They Involve Too Much Explication And Too Many Overt Gestures Of Affection.

He Was A Man Who Would Never Ask For Sympathy. He Was A Man Who Sought Only To Do What Was Right. Such People Appear In The World, Every World, Now And Then, Like A Single Refrain Of Some Blessed Song, A Fragment Caught On The Spur Of An Otherwise Raging Cacophony. Imagine A World Without Such Souls. Yes, It Should Have Been Harder To Do.

Any Reasonable Ruler Would Have The Expectation And The Demand The Other Way Round.

Children Are Dying." Lull Nodded. "that's A Succinct Summary Of Humankind, I'd Say. Who Needs Tomes And Volumes Of History? Children Are Dying. The Injustices Of The World Hide In Those Three Words.

It Is One Thing To Lead By Example With Half A Dozen Soldiers At Your Back. It Is Wholly Another With Ten Thousand.