medieval

A bit of fantasy can be good for ones heart

It is dangerous to become attached to a du Lac. He will break your heart, and you will not recover.

Are you educated in the art of medicine?_ Yeah, the art of Walgreens and Urgent Care. __ bit,_ I hedged.

Youth believes itself immortal. There is a cure for such an attitude, but unfortunately it is a cure from which one never recovers.

I remember so many things [. . .] The problem is, only half of them are true . . . and the half which is true keeps changing places with the half which is false.

In retrospect, I would have to recommend against epiphanies. They are difficult on an emotional level, and they also sometimes move you to foolish and inopportune acts, which was what happened in my case.

Some time later, I sat in the wine cellar, staring at the walls while cradling a wineskin in my lap like a child, murmuring over and over as if lulling the child to sleep, 'I am shat upon. I am shat upon'.

Unfortunately, the world does not always act in a manner consistent with one's plans for it.

I guess it really had been brave . . . because it was so bugger-all stupid, and if there was one thing I'd come to realize, ti was that bravery and bugger-all stupidity went hand in hand.

Noblest. Bravest. What rot. There was no bravery in buying oneself out of difficulty.

All people are, at heart, egocentric. We exist at the center of our own little universes. We believe that we are living out our lives as best we can, and that we have our own sphere of influence which exists of both friends and enemies. They in turn have their own friends and enemies with whom they interact. That is a given. But we, each of us, tend to put ourselves ahead of others because we believe that we are significant. We must attend to our own needs, desires, wants, and aspirations, because each of us is our own greatest priority. No one else cares for us as much as we do, no one else can exist in our skin. We think we're important. It is where our sense of self-worth comes up, where our egos reside, where "we" are. And we believe that each of our lives means something.

There are some for whom the good of mankind is their primary concern, and others who basically put their own considerations before everyone else. I was among the latter.

Only in this world of topsy-turvy attitudes could outright stupidity, such as I had displayed, be something that got me high marks. I had an amused glimmering of a notion at that point: If I ever turned out to be a complete and utter fool, I could wind up running the whole kingdom. It was something to consider.

It seemed to me that, no matter what endeavor I was involved in, I was to be something of a sham.

Apropos, you're going to have to learn to sooner or later that you can't just let other people decide what the world around you should and shouldn't be.

Lack of movement is a formidable force to overcome.

She felt hot tears soaking his shirt as she began to sob. __orgive you? What king asks forgiveness of a slave?___vin_ he gently pushed her away. __ have wronged you. Terribly.___es,_ she said sadly. __ut we both know it cannot be reversed. Not now. To do so will only throw Windbourne back in turmoil._ She wiped away tears with the back of her hand and looked towards the window. __ can no longer love these people after what they did, but I can acknowledge that they have suffered enough. The long winter was not their fault, but neither was the lie that made them angry. And now simple people have been promised a humbled queen, and you must deliver.__e sighed. __t is too much to ask,_ he said.__hen don__._ Avin gave him the smallest, and saddest of smiles.__ou are the king,_ she said. __o train me._ The tears came then, and she softened in his arms. __ave me, Xander, lest I never feel again.___ am sorry,_ he said into her hair. __ am sorry I didn__ come. I am sorry I was not the one to kill your father for the hurt he caused you. I am sorry that I caused you even more. I should have known better. I should have never believed the worst._ He put his forehead against hers. __et me make it better, my love.

he said this turning his strong body to face the beautiful, stunning, breathtaking, astonishing, bewildering girl who was a princess and his one true love, Eodwyn. she had hair like raven wings and skin like snow that the dogs haven__ peed on yet and cheeks like cherry blossoms and eyes like a magnificent summer sky.