Ice Is For Death And

You'd Never Killed Anyone. Then You Had.

... Everyone Knew That All Islands Were Worlds Unto Themselves, That To Come To An Island Was To Come To Another World.

One Didn't Stop To Talk With Creatures From One's Nightmares.

The Deeds Of Men, As Footprints In The Desert. Nothing Under The Circling Moons Is Fated To Last. Even The Sun Goes Down.

The World Could Bring You Poison In A Jewelled Cup, Or Surprising Gifts. Sometimes You Didn't Know Which Of Them It Was.