by aurumlupus » Fri Oct 04, 2013 1:07 pm
Sev fell into steady, ground eating pace, and one he could hold for a very long time. Not that he knew it, but he was easily running about 10mp/h. Some faint memory, probably a faint impression left over from the other Sev and Verth, told him that wolves usually loped along at 5mp/h.
"Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage, and then is heard no more:
It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing."
"Life is as tedious as a twice-told tale,
Vexing the dull ear of a drowsy man."
"And this our life, exempt from public haunt, finds tongues in trees, books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones, and good in everything."