A red-cape game of retribution is dangerous when a fresh bull with bigger horns waits in the shadows.

Sweet revenge always turns bitter eventually.

Vengeance would have us assault an enemy's pride to beat him down. But vengeance hides a dangerous truth, for a humbled foe gains patience, courage, strength, and greater determination.

It isn’t always true that a critical end justifies desperate means.

Vengeance is a monster of appetite, forever bloodthirsty and never filled.

I drifted off after a while, staring at the only star visible through the thick covering of leaves. Hope seemed a futile wish, but I troubled the lonely star to grant it anyway.