He had known that power requires to be used; that the world compels the exercise of power if one possesses it. And that necessity constrains what one may do with power.

It is poor solace to speak of the passing of time and grief,” the master said. His quiet voice had gone somehow bleak, though Araene could not decide where in his unchanging tone the difference...

A king who is renowned for mercy,” said the Arobern, with heavy irony, “must also be renowned in equal measure for injustice.

Fire will run like poetry through your blood.

The desert at night was black and a strange madder-tinted silver; the sky was black, and the great contorted cliffs, and the vast expanses of sand that stretched out in all directions. But the red...