The Emperor's Soul

Honesty. It was so difficult. Sometimes it was the only way.

“We may feel in control, but we never truly are unless we understand people.

The people suffered its rule because they were comfortable with its little tyrannies. Corruption was inevitable. You lived with it. It was either that or accept the chaos of the unknown.

Shai crafted a book as she worked, a true history of Emperor Ashravan’s life. It would become a truer history than those his scribes had written to glorify him, a truer history even than the one written by his own hand. Shai slowly pieced together the puzzle, crawling into the thicket that had been Ashravan’s mind.

person was one single emotion; no person had only one desire.

Raw, yet polished. Reckless, but calculated.
Awesome, yet unseen.

True art was more than beauty; it was more than technique. It was not just imitation.
It was boldness, it was contrast, it was subtlety.