Angelo Tsanatelis

A weapon needs a wielder; it should not be permitted to start its own fights.""You are not my wielder; you are naught, a forgotten ghost, not even a memory.""Maybe, but you are still a weapon.

...making some noise in the woods is a thing that one can forget. The sound of a man__ voice on the other hand, is something else entirely.

There I was to attempt,Jupiter-only-knew what extravagant acts of foolhardiness, what somepeople call bravery, to rescue a barbarian I barely knew.Do not get me wrong. I did like him.But you don't go ahead and slit your throatbecause you like someone.

It was an alien place, as much inhuman as it was ungodly. There was no life in this place. It was a different world altogether.This world was dead.

Death makes its own choices. Has reasoning an order has a taste_

He was in a strange, badly lit room, wearing even stranger clothes, getting an earful from an unknown woman, in a language that he could and couldn__ exactly place in a very disturbing way.These were not his memories.

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Mister if you want more to join,_ She said half-choked __ou__l have to put in the coin.

Greed runs in all men...

I think they are a better race than humans ever were.