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knowledge is a weapon . arm yourself well before you ride into battle .

better dead than this .

there are no heroes .

my life was writ in red﹕ in blood ﹠ wine .

it was not gone . just broken 、 like me .

﹠ now i’ve struck a king . did my hand fall from my wrist ׅׅ𖤠

trust no one . ﹠ keep your dragons close .

only a man who’s been burned knows what hell is truly like .

by what right does the wolf judge the lion ׅׅ𖤠

men have scars ﹠ women 、 mysteries .

the very picture of a man with one foot in the grave 、 but is he climbing in ׅׅ𖤠 or climbing out ׅׅ𖤠

even the humblest pieces can have wills of their own . sometimes they refuse to make the moves you’ve planned for them .

priests would prattle at me of how all justice ﹠ goodness flowed from the gods 、 but all i ever saw of either was made by man .

was there ever a man so beautiful ﹠ deadly as this one ׅׅ𖤠

history is a wheel 、 for the nature of man is fundamentally unchanging . what has happened before will perforce happen again .

what is love ׅׅ𖤠 desire ׅׅ𖤠

war makes monsters of us all .

a queen i am 、 but my throne is made of burned bones 、 ﹠ it rests on quicksand .

she could feel the hole inside her every morning when she woke . it wasn’t hunger 、 though sometimes there was that too . it was a hollow place 、 an emptiness where her heart had been 、 where her brothers had lived ﹠ her parents .

when you have known the kiss of death 、 a laugh loses all its power to hurt you .