I wrote this quote on a scrap of paper. Something about it (and possibly my state of mind at the time) grabbed my attention. I found it while cleaning and figured if I put it on here I could trash the scrap. So, here it is.
"It was fighting. Real fighting, bloody, dreadful fighting. This was not a song, not a poem; it was blood and shit and shrieking men and screaming horses." p 330 Shadowheart by Tad Williams
And for the record, typing without your pointer really throws things, I'm consistently one letter off. Darn that cheese grater!
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