Quote of the Weekend

“At first glance, they were a sight to pity. No face was without a scar or a peeling scab, not even Fin’s. Their cheeks were hollow, their beards thin. They were bent with infirmities, twisted by abuse, purples with bruise, and winnowed down to clattering bones. But their eyes, their eyes were fierce. Their pupils radiated color, and they held their heads high and unbowed. They’d among them seen wonders and horrors both, and they breathed yet to think on them and carry forth their hard-bought memories like badges to confound lesser men. They collected around them a silence that no man deigned to sully, and they stood in their rags, resplendent.” – The Fiddler’s Green by A.S. Peterson