wraith

I healed. Not completely. A scar is never the same as good flesh, but it stops the bleeding.

There is no action that takes place between humans in which secrets do not play a part, whether it be a game of cards or the selling of a cow. The advantage is always to the one who is shrewder in what secret to reveal and when.

I walked into the wind, and my forehead and nose soon burned with its rough kiss.

He pleasures his body with drugs and deadens his soul with his savage amusements. Aye, and spreads the disease to those around him, until they take no satisfaction in a contest of skill

witch, one

many of

bellicose

peremptorily