“Don’t judge yourself,” he said. “None of us are ever good at it.” — Tanith Lee

“All my life,” I said, “knowledge has come to me for which I was not ready.”

“When will they fight?” I asked.

“Tomorrow. Daybreak. It is man’s work.”

I laughed. “I too have fought and killed, Kotta. It is the work of fools, not men.”

It’s legend now, but legend is the smoke from the fire, and the wood that the fire consumes is the substance.