I had met death before, in different forms–I knew quite well the pattern of my grieving. First came shock, and then tears, and then a bitter anger, followed by a softer grief that time would...

A grieving person’s like a person treading in deep water–if they’ve nothing to hold on to, they lose hope. They slide right under.

Sometimes, the scales of justice find a level of their own, without our help… And sometimes, in seeking justice, we don’t always serve it.

There are times when our victories have a cost that we did not foresee, when winning brings us loss.

The past can teach us, nurture us, but it cannot sustain us. The essence of life is change, and we must move ever forward or the soul will wither and die.

Tis action moves the world….[in] the game of chess, mind that: ye cannot leave your men to stand unmoving on the board and hope to win. A soldier must first step upon the battlefield if...

Ye’ll never best your fears until ye face them

The strongest soldier cannot balance long upon the blade that does divide his honor and his heart, and whatever way he falls, the cut will kill him.

But life, if nothing else, had taught her promises weren’t always to be counted on, and what appeared at first a shining chance might end in bitter disappointment.

While the other women turned back to their talk of Saint-Germain, she took the opportunity to curl into her chair again and read, and so remove herself from all her greater cares and all the...

That’s how you have to read this book, you see. You wade through a few sentences, then stop and think about them, then wade through a few more.

David McClelland was changed by that day more than most men.

Watching him walk off was very nearly as absorbing as observing his approach. He walked as all men ought to walk, with a decided swagger to his shoulders.