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He is the fool saint, The golden stranger living forever On the edge of reason. Let your guard fall and he is there!
“There’s but a thin line between many an enemy and many a friend,” Bijaz said. “Where that line stops, there’s no beginning and no end. Let’s end it, my friends.”
Elaborate euphemisms may conceal your intent to kill, but behind any use of power over another the ultimate assumption remains: “I feed on your energy.”
Possession of second sight has a tendency to make one a dangerous fatalist, she thought.