Sassenach, I've Been Stabbed, Bitten, Slapped, And

It's A Good Country For Myths. Things Seem To Take Root Here.

Forgiveness Is Not A Single Act, But A Matter Of Constant Practice

Time Is A Lot Of The Things People Say That God Is. There's Always Preexisting, And Having No End. There's The Notion Of Being All Powerful-because Nothing Can Stand Against Time, Can It? Not Mountains, Not Armies. And Time Is, Of Course, All-healing. Give Anything Enough Time, And Everything Is Taken Care Of: All Pain Encompassed, All Hardship Erased, All Loss Subsumed. Ashes To Ashes, Dust To Dust. Remember, Man, That Thou Art Dust; And Unto Dust Thou Shalt Return. And If Time Is Anything Akin To God, I Suppose That Memory Must Be The Devil.

I'll Scream!" "likely. If Not Before, Certainly During. I Expect They'll Hear Ye At The Next Farm; You've Got Good Lungs.

Do Ye Dare To Draw Arms Against The Justice Of God?" Snapped The Tubby Little Judge. Jamie Drew The Sword Completely, With A Flash Of Steel, Then Thrust It Point-first Into The Ground, Leaving The Hilt Quivering With The Force Of The Blow. "i Draw It In Defense Of This Women, And The Truth," He Said "if Any Here Be Against Those Two They'll Answer To Me, And Then God, In That Order.