Quote Describing My Mood
"Tsavong Lah sat alone on his seat in his command chamber. He could not speak.
The gods must love him. They had restored his arm to him. They had allowed him to root out treachery that had threatened to topple him. They had given him Borleias, whose defenders, at last, had fled.
The gods must hate him. They had taken his father from him. Not only his father, but the fabled warmaster, Czulkang Lah, whose methods of teaching, whose strategic innovations, though introduced decades before the war, had made these conquests possible.
Which was it? Had he earned the hatred or the affection of the gods?
He sat back, hollow with the loss he had just experienced, uncertain within a universe that had just grown darker and stranger.
-Enemy Lines II: Rebel Stand, Aaron Allston