Rage of a Demon King

All the way home, his wound pulsing with every hearbeat, he had cursed himself for a fool. How could he think she loved him? He had never been loved in his life, save perhaps by Erik and the other men who had served with him across the sea, and that was the love of comrades. He had never known the love of women, just their embrace. Twice he had found tears running down his face...

There is no magic, only tricks.

We are the music makers, We are the dreamers of dreams, Wandering by lone sea-breakers, And sitting by desolate streams;— World-losers and world-forsakers, On whom the pale moon gleams: We are the movers and shakers Of the world for ever, it seems.

What is life for?' he asked rhetorically. 'It's a way to evolve thought. And what is thought for? It's a way to be aware, a stage between the physical and the spiritual. And time? it's a good way to keep things separated.

Time is what keeps everything from happening at once.

she fills a dark and cold place within me as no one else has.” “If it is still dark and cold when she is not with you, it is not truly filled.

Hello, Daddy,” said the woman. “It’s been a while.” Pug turned, his face showing surprise. Nakor laughed as he echoed, “‘Daddy’?” Macros the Black, sorcerer of legend, glanced from Pug to Miranda and said, “We need to talk.” He took a deep breath and said, “I think I’ve regained my composure.”“Good,” said Miranda, “because we’re about to hand you another shock.” Macros paused and seemed to brace himself. “All right, what is it?”“It’s Mother,” answered Miranda. “She’s trying to destroy the world.” Even Nakor could barely contain his astonishment at that remark. Finally Macros said, “I need a drink.

for to change anything in your past would risk turning you into less than you are now.

The order of the universe is like a gem with many facets, and we see only one, that which reflects the existence of our own world.