An army that waits is soon an army at war with itself. — Steven Erikson

With ever greater frequency they annihilate themselves, for success breeds contempt for those very qualities that purchased it.

But now Apsalar was trying to tell him that competence was not justification. That necessity demanded its own path and there was no virtue to be found at its heart.

From the sun-drenched south slopes of Gris, where grow the finest grapes this world has seen. Is mine an informed opinion, you are wondering? Most assuredly so, lass, since I hold a majority interest in said vineyards —