…what the fuck, US Postal Service? My book got trashed on the way here, so you put a horribly generic “we’re sorry” message on it? I’m a bit angry.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.