It's no sword in the stone. But it's a start.

The greatest Art is lying to the face of God.

Then clap shut thy gob. 'Twas always to be this way, I s'pose. Let's get back to the violence.

The path of the world can only be bent by the hands of great men. The weak, flawed and irresolute mass will be swept aside like dust. They are not worthy of the mantle. And neither are you.

Don't wear it out.

“Here is the second rule of sword law: a sword is not subtle. It is a naked instrument, hungry for blood. When you grasp its handle, treat it as you would a deadly viper.” -Ryo ten Ryam

The third eye has been burnt into the flesh, mind and soul of one unready. Like a tea party with the rug pulled out from under it, reality would alternately crumble and shatter, but this mind lacks the breadth to see it for what it is, so would see nothing at all.

“Learn this – Amris – Learn – the best and truest way of killing. The blade that tastes without striking, like a snake sampling the air. It sheathes only in flesh, and hides until then, not moving a muscle.” – Shadow Art Tome

Regard each death with respect, all you dead men. Otherwise you will forget yourselves. -Jantris, Storm-born

The King of Swords must cast aside his blade and let his burden be taken by another. He that masters the Wheel cannot break it.

The perfected art – when a man and sword are made one. The poison of the hilt becomes the poison of the arm and gradually infects the whole body. There is no beating a man who has been subsumed by the sword.

Out in the reaches where the crawling things burrow deep into the flesh of the world

Queen of Worms

Among the men came Jantris, tallest of the dead men. He was a star warrior who wielded a vorpal sword art. His brow was clad with precious stones and his clothing less smeared with blood. Yaun could feel the heat of his breath even from his hiding place.

When decapitating an enemy, it is severe impoliteness to use more than one blow.