When I started out, all I knew was that I was not going to stay where I'd been. I was going to change. I was going to make my part of the world into something that I wanted–not wait, hope, or beg for the world to start to want me.

They hate being unable to control you.

Stories. They only belong to the people if the people demand to speak.

How often must you be betrayed before you see that others are taking your kindness for weakness, your silence for an inability to speak?

I am a product of the flames which burnt me; the anvil which forged me; and the will that made me grow formidable instead of breaking.

The road to powerful magical items is paved with good intentions and hideous deathtraps.

May you reign supreme but never unchallenged.

I am a Namer.