Malice

I shall stay and tell my tale, hope that it may serve some purpose, that eyes shall see it and learn, that the future will not repeat the mistakes of the past. That is my prayer, but what use is prayer to a god that has abandoned all things . . .

Come, boy, it is time for a lesson. Let me teach you the power of words,

Storm. I shall call her Storm.

The mountains were gone, replaced by a lush green vale. A river flowed out of the mountains, twisting in great curves through the vale until it

Both the brave man and the coward feel the same. The only difference between them is that the brave man faces his fear, does not run.

You can tell much about a man by the company he keeps, by his friends, and his enemies,