A true warrior’s thoughts are of victory, not death.

When nightstalkers sing, nothing in creation sleeps.

When the sky’s rain has turned to fire, what will put it out?

“Human tenderness is simply weakness in a pretty package.”

Some fishers like to eat eels, and some eels like to eat fishers.

“Cursed be the sickly forms that err from honest Nature’s rule!”
—Alfred, Lord Tennyson, “Locksley Hall”

The darkness of his shield reflects the inky blackness of his soul.

The tiniest cough can be deadlier than the fiercest dragon.

A scorpion this big you won’t find curled up in your boot. Maybe around your boot, but not in it.

“Our greatest hope has become our enemy’s greatest triumph.”
—Court counselor

There is much talk about the art of creation. What about the art of destruction?

The heart’s courage is the soul’s guardian.

Discipline wears many robes.

“And the unclean spirits went out, and entered the swine: and the herd ran violently … .”
—The Bible, Mark 5:13

The enthusiasm of the young, sharpened by the discipline of a soldier.

Its voice has the tremor of deafening thunder, its blow the force of an avalanche.