Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste…

...making some noise in the woods is a thing that one can forget. The sound of a man’s voice on the other hand, is something else entirely.

There I was to attempt,Jupiter-only-knew what extravagant acts of foolhardiness, what somepeople call bravery, to rescue a barbarian I barely knew.Do not get me wrong. I did like him.But you don't go ahead and slit your throatbecause you like someone.

A weapon needs a wielder; it should not be permitted to start its own fights.""You are not my wielder; you are naught, a forgotten ghost, not even a memory.""Maybe, but you are still a weapon.

I think they are a better race than humans ever were.

Greed runs in all men...

Mister if you want more to join,’ She said half-choked ‘you’ll have to put in the coin.

-Cheap? I could have bought a whole pig with that coin jester. -Exactly my Lord. And while some may eat a mule, no one can ride a pig.

He was in a strange, badly lit room, wearing even stranger clothes, getting an earful from an unknown woman, in a language that he could and couldn’t exactly place in a very disturbing way.These were not his memories.

It was an alien place, as much inhuman as it was ungodly. There was no life in this place. It was a different world altogether.This world was dead.