They Look At Me And I Kind

Ever Since I Was Really Little, I've Had Characters That Were In My Mind.

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

When You Insist Someone Submit To Your Will, It Is Accomplished Most Easily If You Give Them A Small Victory So They Can Retain Their Dignity While They Do As You Insist. ~ Kahlan Mother Confessor

The Light Of A New Day Always Chases The Shadows Of The Night Away, And Shows Us That The Shape Of Our Fears Is Only The Ghost Of Our Own Minds.

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