I have morals, but entirely lack scruples
So the count of my sworn foes, these days, quadruples— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 11, 2020
But as for the man who swipes the last finger of liquid fire from my bottle
He I’ll cheerfully disembowel—after I him slowly throttle— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 12, 2020
Some bards sing of the sapphire sea
And some harp in the gathering storm
Others portray the gods at play
But most sing odes to the undraped form— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) February 14, 2020