Dancing With Death Meant Being

Being Afraid Something Is True Is Accepting The Possibility. Accepting The Possibility Is The First Step To Believing.

His Face Set In Grim Determination, Richard Slogged Ahead, His Fingers Reaching Up To Touch The Tooth Under His Shirt. Loneliness, Deeper Than He Had Never Known, Sagged His Shoulders. All His Friends Were Lost To Him. He Knew Now That His Life Was Not His Own. It Belonged To His Duty, To His Task. He Was The Seeker. Nothing More. Nothing Less. Not His Own Man, But A Pawn To Be Used By Others. A Tool, Same As His Sword, To Help Others, That They Might Have The Life He Had Only Glimpsed For A Twinkling. He Was No Different From The Dark Things In The Boundary. A Bringer Of Death.

Reason And Reality Are The Only Means To Just Laws; Mindless Wishes, If Given Sovereignty, Become Deadly Masters.

Wizard's Ninth Rule A Contradiction Can Not Exist In Reality. Not In Part, Nor In Whole.

No Amount Of Telling Is Worth Doing It Once.