And sadly, fairytale kingdoms work poorly. It’s not just that they’re fairytales and thus not terribly real; we’ve seen stranger and more mythical attempts at leadership in our time. The problem is that Fairytales attract Good Faeries, and thus Bad Faeries; Evil Queens; Huntsmen, and, of course, The Grand Vizier. And all of those tend to lead to ruination.

The farther removed you are from people actually shooting at you, the more you forget that cannons can do something to you other than fire salutes.

It’s a little-known fact, but Unicorns are something like 20% paint, and their horns are stolen exclusively from endangered species.

Fairytales lie. Especially, especially when told by Faeries.

The Chosen One is often told that failure is not an option. The Dark Lord knows that failure, like hurt and harm, is one not simply an option, but one of many companions. True power seldom comes without risk. Sufficient risk eventually results in harm. If you think you can trap a thousand demons and never have a single one break through your defenses and wreak havoc on your mind for a while—then you’ve likely never summoned any demons at all.

Dark Lords shatter destiny; it's what we do.

And lo, at the moment when she needed it most, she found the force within her. She didn't find it in time to avoid having her head bitten off, but she sure did die enlightened.

I don't make monsters.Definitions make monsters.You make definitions.

I have a theory: A long time ago, someone cursed the trees with a touch of ambition.

Punching your companions is unhelpful. Go into the forest and practice unarmed combat against a tree.