Sorcery is a strong wine, and you are drunk on it." "Do not anticipate I shall sober. - Tanith Lee

Having failed, do you accept failure, saying only: Well, it is so. I will turn to other things? When night comes, do you accept the blackness of it, saying only: Well, it is so. I will turn and wait for morning? Or do you go on striving to light a candle against that dark however often the wind blows out the flame, however often the night returns?

The countryside meant grain and herds, and a river meant fish. And if the sky meant anything, it meant a cruel God who took no notice of their pains and chastised them if they sinned.

Ceedres was her god. To be happy, she must worship him, and let him destroy her, and take pleasure in it.