TALES OF The Sword
In his right hand he held his unsheathed sword, with which he was slashing about on all sides, uttering exclamations as if he were actually fighting some giant: and the best of it was his eyes were not open, for he was fast asleep, and dreaming that he was doing battle with the giant.
Time is Now
You need to have some unjustice come your way, a little bit to fuel the drive and make you strive for more. I’m going for more. Enough of this. I’m going for more.
The Start to Build a Spirit
Hey, I’m taking this blade out of its sheathe. There’s been plenty of times when I have attempted to draw my sword and engage. And you know, I think I have had it out at times. But most of the time, it’s gone frosty. The frost makes it stick. Or I…