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starving made any meal a feast, and exhaustion made any bed fit for a king.
"Victory!? There is no victory in war! War takes everything and gives nothing!
Myranda weathered the unwelcome compliment for the sake of the deal she hoped to make.
Unfortunately, wisdom and happiness are old enemies, and where one can be found, the other seldom lingers.
"Selna porthen. You were losing your mind to inactivity? That is a rather unique phrase. Your language skills are improving,"
"At the meeting of light, light,
light! Above the darkened door! A sacrifice! A blinding ring! The elders of the crescent made equal! All is a whimper in the shadow of the white wall! Victory is a prelude. The final struggle follows!" he decreed.
To say I was jealous would be to suggest that you did not deserve all that you have.
Myranda opened her mouth to reply to the compliment, only to be stopped by an odd sinking feeling. She looked down to discover that the floor beneath her had turned to quicksand.
That's the wonderful thing about the future. All you ever have to do is wait for it. It will come to you,"
