I would never rest until I held vengeance and the throne within my hand, and good night sweet prince to anybody who stood between me and these things. — Roger Zelazny Copy Share Image
“Damen rose from the throne, and put his hand to the gold brooch at his shoulder. His garment dropped and the crowd roared its approval. The attendants took up his garment from where it fell, as he descended the dais… — C.S. Pacat Copy Share Image
