Make your soul a dream for the others...
                                             -Abhishek..

Sarra looked at her daughter and said reproachfully, "Speaking of war, I never raised you to be always fighting and killing. That's not woman's work." "It's needful, Ma. You taught me a woman has to know how to defend herself." "I never!" gasped Sarra, indignant. "You taught me when you were murdered in your own house," Daine said quietly.

It occurred to her that mercy was the ability to stop, if only for a moment. There was no mercy where there could be no stopping.

When I first concluded to print the book, I made an honest effort to construct it in the third person.

Written By John Sergeant Wise

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