That’s my secret and my shame. I’m Nona Grey, war is in my veins, and the screams of my enemies are music to me.
There is, in the act of destruction, a beauty which we try to deny, and a joy which we cannot. Children build to knock down, and though we may grow around it, that need runs in us, deeper than our blood.
There is, in the act of destruction, a beauty which we try to deny, and a joy which we cannot. Children build to knock down, and though we may grow around it, that need runs in is, deeper than our blood.
Men who are certain of everything – well perhaps they are not men at all.
It doesn’t pay to trust a lettered man in the road, Brothers, their heads are full of other man’s ideas.
I remember the stink of corruption. It had a kind of sweetness to it, a sweetness that’d make you want to hurl.
After all, that’s all a man really needs: a big city full of sin and sleaze, and a chance.
Give us everything we ask for and suddenly it’s too much.
The road forgets. Make your life a journey, keep moving toward what you want, leave behind anything that’s too heavy to carry.
At the dockside I was pleasantly surprised to find the North wasn’t all hairy men in animal skins. There was also hairy women in animal skins.
The enemy of my enemy may be my friend … of course the friend of my friend is often a jerk.
You can win the victories you seek, Jorg. But only if you find better reasons to want them.
Sometimes the only option is to raise the stakes, to throw yourself the other way, to force your opponent further down the path they’ve chosen, further than they might want to go.