What Would A Frey Know Of Honor?

Speak The Name, And Death Will Come. On The Morrow, At The Turn Of The Moon, A Year From This Day, It Will Come. A Man Does Not Fly Like A Bird, But One Foot Moves And Then Another And One Day A Man Is There.

Her Lord Father Had Taught Her Never To Steal, But It Was Growing Harder To Remember Why.

The Distinction Between Literary And Genre Fiction Is Stupid And Pernicious. It Dates Back To A Feud Between Robert Louis Stevenson And Henry James. James Won, And It Split Literature Into Two Streams. But It's A Totally False Dichotomy.

What Is Dead May Never Die, But Rises Again, Stronger And Harder.

The Heart Lies And The Head Plays Tricks With Us, But The Eyes See True.