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About the Authors-Sharon LLechter

Wife and mother of three, CPA, consultant to the toy and publishing industries and business owner, Sharon Lechter has dedicated her professional efforts to the field of education
She graduated with honors from Florida State University with a degree in accountingShe joined the ranks of what was then one of the big eight accounting firms, and went on to become the CFO of a turnaround company in the computer industry, tax director for a national insurance company and founder and Associate Publisher of the first regional woman's magazine in Wisconsin, all while maintaining her professional credentials as a CPA
Her miu miu clutch focus quickly changed to education as she watched her own three children growIt was a struggle to get them to readThey would rather watch TV
So she was delighted to join forces with the inventor of the first electronic "talking book" and help expand the electronic book industry to a multi-million dollar international marketToday, she remains a pioneer in developing new technologies to bring the book back into
children's lives
As her own children grew, she was keenly involved in their educationShe became a vocal activist in the areas of mathematics, computers, reading and writing education
"Our current educational system has not been able to keep pace with the global and technological changes in the world todayWe must teach our young people the skills, both scholastic and financial, that they will need not only to survive, but to flourish, in the world they face
As co-author of Rich Dad Poor Dad and the CASHFLOW Quadrant she now focuses her efforts in helping to create educational tools for anyone interested in bettering their own financial educationll that you held most dear you will put by
and leave behind you; and this is the arrow the longbow of your exile first lets fly
You will come to know how bitter as salt and stone
is the bread of others, how hard the way that goes up and down stairs that never are your own
Dante, ‘The Paradiso”

What can a flame remember? If it remembers a little less than is necessary, it goes out; if it remembers a little more than is necessary, it goes outIf only it could teach us, while it burns, to remember balenciaga bag buy correctly
George Seferis, "Stratis the Sailor Describes a Man"

PROLOGUE

BOTH MOONS WERE HIGH, DIMMING THE LIGHT OF ALL BUT the brightest starsThe campfires burned on either side of the river, stretching away into the nightQuietly flowing, the Deisa caught the moonlight and the orange of the nearer fires and cast them back in wavery, sinuous ripplesAnd all the lines of light led to his eyes, to where he was sitting on the riverbank, hands about his knees, thinking about dying and the life he'd lived
There was a glory to the night, Saevar thought, breathing deeply of the mild summer air, smelling water and water flowers and grass, watching the reflection of blue moonlight and silver on the river, hearing the Deisa's murmurous flow and the distant singing from around the firesThere was singing on the other side of the river too, he noted, listening to the enemy soldiers north of themIt was curiously hard to impute any absolute sense of evil to those harmonizing voices, or to hate them quite as blindly as being a soldier seemed to requireHe wasn't really a soldier, though, and he had never been good at hating
He couldn't actually see any figures moving in the grass across the river, but he could see the fires and it wasn't hard to judge how many more of them lay north of the Deisa than there were here behind him, where his people waited for the dawn
Almost certainly their lastHe had no illusions; none of them didNot since the battle at this same river five days agoAll they had was courage, and a leader whose defiant gallantry was almost matched by the two tiffany bean earrings young sons who were here with him
They were beautiful boys, both of themSaevar regretted that he had never had the chance to sculpt either of themThe Prince he had done of course, many timesThe Prince called him a friendIt could not be said, Saevar thought, that he had lived a useless or an empty lifeHe'd had his art, the joy of it and the spur, and had lived to see it praised by the great ones of his province, indeed of the whole peninsula
And he'd known love, as wellHe thought of his wife and then of his own two childrenThe daughter whose eyes had taught him part of the meaning of life on the day she'd been born fifteen years agoAnd his son, too young by a year to have been allowed to come north to warSaevar remembered the look on the boy's face when they had partedHe supposed that much the same expression had been in his own eyesHe'd embraced both children, and then he'd held his wife for a long time, in silence; all the words had been spoken many times through all the yearsThen he'd turned, quickly, so they would not see his tears, and mounted his horse, unwontedly awkward with a sword on his hip, and had ridden away with his Prince to war against those who had come upon them from over the sea
He heard a light tread, behind him and to his left, from where the campfires were burning and voices were threading in song to the tune a syrenya playedHe turned to the sound
"Be careful," he called softly"Unless you want to trip over a sculptor
"Saevar?" an amused voice murmured
"It is, my lord Prince," he replied"Can you remember a night so beautiful?"
Valentin discount louis vuitton handbags walked over, there was more than enough light by which to see, and sank neatly down on the grass beside him"Not readily," he agreed"Can you see? Vidomni's waxing matches Ilarion's waneThe two moons together would make one whole
"A strange whole that would be," Saevar said
"Tis a strange night
"Is it? Is the night changed by what we do down here? We mortal men in our folly?"
"The way we see it is," Valentin said softly, his quick mind engaged by the question"The beauty we find is shaped, at least in part, by what we know the morning will bring
"What will it bring, my lord?" Saevar asked, before he could stop himselfHalf hoping, he realized, as a child hopes, that his dark-haired Prince of grace and pride would have an answer yet to what lay waiting across the riverAn answer to all those Ygrathen voices and all the Ygrathen fires burning north of themAn answer, most of all, to the terrible King of Ygrath and his sorcery, and the hatred that he at least would have no trouble summoning tomorrow
Valentin was silent, looking out at the riverOverhead Saevar saw a star fall, angling across the sky west of them to plunge, most likely, into the wideness of the seaHe was regretting the question; this was no time to be putting a burden of false certitude upon the Prince
Just as he was about to apologize, Valentin spoke, his voice measured and low, so as not to carry beyond their small circle of dark
"I have been walking among the fires, and Corsin and Loredan have been doing the same, offering comfort and hope and such laughter as we can bring to ease men into louis vuitton damier s