"Life is but a dream...and death is an awakening."

Saffron Morrigan blew a handful of rose petals from his palm, then watched as they scattered into the wind and spiraled down to the arena below.

He and Bruce stood atop one of the many hyperneon light fixtures around the perimeter of the Belmarcian Tournament complex, high above the huge stadium where the final rounds were scheduled to take place.

"In that case, why don't you just go kill ...