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Above all, he loathed men who beat women; for, real men didn’t exercise their strength on frail creatures, they joined the army and put Shazaria’s enemies in their graves.

A continent once described as the white man’s grave, can now be suitably dubbed the white man’s harem.

After decades of talented race leaders, many of whom fell upon honourable swords, what we are left with now is educated liberals with dusky skin, warped notions, and limited vision

As the map of the Great Plain was being redrawn by a young Shazarian councillor, the ageing Shylonian king interrupted mid-speech to ask him his name. With a piercing glare and a haughty flick of his cloak, he retorted ‘Lord Ratilla, Shazarian Imperial Secretary, and who might you be?’ Behind the gasps of horror, the message was clear. It was Shazaria who now bestrode the Amaran world, henceforth the office of Shazarian minister now held greater prestige than even that of foreign monarchs. What became even clearer were the depths of Shazarian treachery. The impudent youth who stood before the kings of Amara stripping them of ancient provinces, was the same adolescent reputed to have delivered an eloquent speech which swayed the Shazarian councillors in favour of war. Had this been their intention all along?

Came they, in their droves, one after the other, hundred after hundred, thousand after thousand, engulfing all before them, each line a merciless wave from a boundless sea of bold men.

Crowns are hourly tumbling.

Do not try to be your father boy, it is a hopeless pursuit, particularly when you, like I, have a father of such colossal proportions.

Educated and ambitious, with their own forthright opinions, the women of the Garvey set did more to determine political direction than many councillors. Their involvement in public life and political machinations was such that the Shylonian ambassador was able to report, to his monarch, that the women of the Garvey clique were ‘politicians first, homemakers second.

Even in peace there is war.

Everything has changed, and nothing has altered. Oh, what a fate.

He returned her gaze, yearning for sentimental solace; love which emanated from a familiar source, mattered little how bedevilling. They shared an intimate moment, a silent tête-à-tête, which seemed to confront doubts each harboured.

History will remember him as a savage, but that's because we write the histories.

I consider my wife and children in all things; yet, I must consider Amara also.

If they succeed, you will not be packed off to some idyllic farm, where you can write bad poetry, we will both be executed.

I love you for unfathomable reasons

It is clear that now the war for legal equality has been won, the war for lover’s parity has begun.

It is far too late for bloodless hands.

It is not enough to say, simply, the motherland called and we fought; woe to the dead, and to the living goes their glory.

Men of honour will always outstay men of undeserved rank.

On with the murderous dance.

Power is a beautiful thing.

Remember when we were children and life was simple; how I yearn to return to those days.

The ambition of men compels them to break even the most heartfelt vows.

The cold surface somehow enabled him to remain calm; he kept his eyes upon the summit, awaiting the arrival of reinforcements. The pace of his breathing remained steady, as did his pulse; it was in such moments men came of age; ‘the night is ours, the night is ours’, Jelani whispered.

The debauched reign of Tiberius now looks almost irreproachable, the riotous city of ancient Babylon seemingly incorruptible, and the old harems of the Sublime Port practically nunneries. For something is dangerously wrong, and yet there are few if any who question the prevalent moral paradigm.

The dressmakers have just arrived from Shylon; they are coming here to display their goods.’ ‘Really, that’s lovely.’ ‘I was wondering if I could have some money, please.’ ‘What’s the point in having your own money if you’re just going to spend mine?’ ‘Yeah, but the amount of dresses I’m planning to buy, I might not have enough.’ ‘Then buy an amount you can afford.’ Ratilla responded bearing an expression of incredulity. ‘Oh Rat.’ Tizi said as she pouted, conjuring a mournful expression. ‘I just want to look pretty, what will they say if the wife of the Imperial Chancellor is clothed in rags? I’m only trying to play my part as the wife of the great Ratilla.’ Tizi said, her eyes full of misery, as Ratilla shook his head and chuckled.

There are no moral obligations in the game of empire.

There is no greater service than that rendered to one’s nation, no greater glory one can seek than that in the name of one’s people.

They will not be swayed, they have power in their sights and are blinded by its alluring glister.

Things I fear will forever change and we old souls can do little but be swayed by the winds.

Thirty years of marriage to Erasto had taught her much, namely that men were reckless by nature, full of bluster, most incompetent, the rest fortunate to have a wife to keep them from allowing their innate ineptitude to engulf all around them.

This is so far beyond laughable, it’s almost an English farce.

Those who looked with revulsion at the oppressive might of her arms, were obliged to marvel at the egalitarian nature of her social programmes.

Throughout the empire, it was whispered that although the husband waded through mud, the wife walked upon water. She, it was said, was graced with a gentle touch which tamed the most vicious of men.

To discover what becomes of men who do not pay debts owed to Ratilla, one must visit the underworld.

We are just peasants with money.

What had, moments ago, appeared a dangerous gambit, now seemed an elegant coup de maître.

What is rank if not protection from the consequences which fall upon common men?

Yet Theo had become engrossed in his own tale, transporting himself back to the night of which he spoke. In the distance, he could again see the faces he had encountered on that fateful night, the twisted bodies and pained expressions of the men who no longer walked the realms of men, but those of the underworld gods.