He sighed and shook his head slowly. 'And there will be no bringing back the light once it has gone. - Stephen R. Lawhead

If the heat doesn't kill you," he mused, "the flies surely will.

To behold Queen Gwenhwyvar and the Lady of the Lake together was to peer too long into the sun's brilliant dazzle, to feel the heart lurch in the breast for yearning, to have the words stolen from the tongue before the lips could speak them.

Arms lose their strength and swords their edge. Then it is good to remember whence came your strength and who holds a sword that is never dull.