Sometimes, It Is Necessary To

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

Those Who Have Come Here To Hate Should Leave Now; For In Their Hate, They Only Betray Themselves.

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.

Nothing Gained Without Cost Is Valued. Freedom Has A Cost, And All Will Bear It So All Will Value And Preserve It.

Once Committed To Fight, Cut. Everything Else Is Secondary. Cut. That Is Your Duty, Your Purpose, Your Hunger. There Is No Rule More Important, No Commitment That Overrides That One. Cut. Cut From The Void, Not From Bewilderment. Cut The Enemy As Quickly And Directly As Possible. Cut Decisively, Resolutely. Cut Into The Enemy’s Strength. Flow Through The Gaps In His Guard. Cut Him. Cut Him Down Utterly. Don’t Allow Him A Breath. Crush Him. Cut Him Without Mercy To The Depths Of His Spirit." -richard Rahl