In A Cruel Land, You

Run When You Have To, Fight When You Must, Rest When You Can.

The Pike Does Not Ask The Frog's Permission Before Dining.

We Rode On The Winds Of The Rising Storm, We Ran To The Sounds Of The Thunder. We Danced Among The Lightning Bolts, And Tore The World Asunder.

Violence Harms The One Who Does It As Much As The One Who Receives It. You Could Cut Down A Tree With An Axe. The Axe Does Violence To The Tree, And Escapes Unharmed. Is That How You See It? Wood Is Soft Compared To Steel, But The Sharp Steel Is Dulled As It Chops, And The Sap Of The Tree Will Rust And Pit It. The Mighty Axe Does Violence To The Helpless Tree, And Is Harmed By It. So It Is With Men, Though The Harm Is In The Spirit.

Thank You," The Young Mother Said Again. "thank You." "the Black Tower Protects," Logain Heard Himself Say. "always." "i Will Send Him To You To Be Tested When He Is Of Age," The Woman Promised, Holding Her Son. "i Would Have Him Join You, If He Has The Talent." The Talent. Not The Curse. The Talent.