Power Is A Trick. It Lies Where

The Gods Made Our Bodies As Well As Our Souls, Is It Not So? They Give Us Voices, So We Might Worship Them With Song. They Give Us Hands, So We Might Build Them Temples. And They Give Us Desire, So We Might Mate And Worship Them In That Way.

Gods And Wonders Always Appear, To Attend The Birth Of Kings.

They Can Keep Their Heaven. When I Die, I’d Sooner Go To Middle Earth.

One Voice May Speak You False, But In Many There Is Always Truth To Be Found.

For Herself, She Wanted Sleet And Ice, Howling Winds, Thunder To Shake The Very Stones Of The Red Keep. She Wanted A Storm To Match Her Rage.