There Are No Happy Endings.

First Rule, Stick Them With The Pointy End!

And All Was Black And Still, And Black And Cold, And Black And Dead, And Black.

They Say Night's Beauties Fade At Dawn, And The Children Of Wine Are Oft Disowned In The Morning Light.

A Man Who Fights For Coin Is Loyal Only To His Purse.

I’d Be Anonymous. That’s What I’d Do Differently.