Janny Wurts

It__ tragic how the lack of imagination so often shapes our defeat.

You are not mine to command. But the choice to kill always means closing the mind to the chance of a living alternative.

This is my present, also yours, free to choose. I am here at your side, alive, and no ghost. Let beauty and care forge the weapons tonight.

You cannot trust yourself,_ she agreed, bed-rock calm. __herefore, let go. Seize life and place trust in me.

The rebuke came, keen-edged. __rusting the man is not the same thing as knowing what he__ about.

You can't let your past write the future

Because you__e survived, there is a next strategy.

Mage-taught wisdom reproached him: any gift of power was two-edged.

An act made in fear is not the same thing as an action taken for necessity.

There__ an alternate view. That no man or woman alive is the disempowered victim of another__ degrading circumstance. Each is equipped to pursue their own fate. No one needs saving.

You know, that's the trouble with drinking. Come the morning, you can never remember their names.

Speak for yourself. Only rank ignorance measures a man by appearances.

Show me a hero and I'll show you a man enslaved by his competence.

An illusion threatens no one with harm. Neither can it be dispelled by armed force.

Loyalty," he stated, ineffably gentle. "A quality honoured by sages and fools, by which humankind finds the courage to trample the reflex for self-preservation.

Death has no repeal. It is a brute ending that leaves us the legacy of an inscrutable silence. Therefore, I understand the voice of mercy very well.

How much suffering did you lay on yourself before you awakened and recognized that guilt is deadly, and empty, and profitless?

Never get old. It's a ridiculously uncomfortable process Ath Creator should be made to find a cure for.