Loss alone is but the wounding of a heart; it is memory that makes it our ruin.

When a man may whisper in a close ear, and that whisper be repeated far away and many moons later, then he has power. When a many may speak against another, and that other be...

Power loves not the light of day, nor the attention of curious eyes. In darkness it thrives most…A lord may send his army hither and thither, but the true testing of his power is in...