User blog comment:Doctor Ibrahim/The Fatekeeper/@comment-28144855-20161118130052/@comment-28358106-20161119071140

"Ah, but the tree of growth must be watered with the blood of conflict, lest no race exist to its true potential.  Peace is the sickly stagnation that prevents creativity, and strife is the roar of passion.  It breeds the deepest sorrows, the greatest pain, and it is there that the true nature of all mortal races is found.  For what is the true measure of a man who knows nothing but idleness?  Nothing!"

His voice raises to a boom. Aidlis holds his arm and brings  her thigh up his side, slowly licking his arm.