To be static was never wise. Cobwebs clung to walls which stood. Men must journey, for in motion lay the… — Tanith Lee

The demons had invented love. There needs to be said no more.

And in the manner of this ideal we strive, though even that not too onerously. For piety itself may be used to make a chain about the soul.

“Your beauty leaves me breathless,” said Pereban.

“Yet you find the breath to say so.”