A soldier never dies. His blood makes the grass green for his children.
Memory has no power but what the soul chooses to make of it.
So what is this feadnach? Is it another curse that makes me beholden to slaves and shrews?' 'No, my lord. It is your heart. Difficult as it may be to comprehend, there is a possibility you may have one.
Books don't prattle. Books don't make demands. Yet they give you everything they possess. It's a very satisfying partnership.
