“All men were tools, as she saw it. Dangerous tools, when roused, but that was why one took care in efforts of control. It all came back to leverage. It wasn’t enough to ask a man if he would kill… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Everything burned, everyone lied, and no one paid for it but the ones in the muck.” — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Life moved in circles. Such was the path. What came would come again, breath to breath, until each riddled out the truth within. War… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Hold mirth tight against your breast, but answer every injury with bladed heart.” — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“That was magic, sweetest.” The witch flexed her fingers, wriggled them in front of her. “Did she think it a wave of the hands?… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Everyone was trying to forget something, but they could never seem to find the way to do it. All they ever seemed to do… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Nothing lives long but the mountains and the earth. All the rest is air.” — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Are we not all one flesh? One mind? A sword brings power. Knowledge brings coin. With either, one can make blood reckoned, can earn… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“A penny for the moat, where all the ashen song be wrote—a tune for man, so long eloped in hours of decision and derisive… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Logic kills. Faith burns. Better to be the one with the torch than the one on the pyre.” — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“That was one of the inherent flaws of faith. Belief without knowing. But worse yet: belief without action. It could be good in its… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
“Say what you will, dear sister, we do what we do for the promise of our youth. Yet it is always they who scar… — Chris Galford Copy Share Image
