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“The moral of fairy tales isn’t to convince us that witches, dragons, and evil creatures exist. The moral of fairy tales is to teach us that monsters, in any form, can be defeated. No matter how great your villains may seem, or how insignificant you believe yourself to be, you can find the strength within yourself to prevail.”

“Ember repeated her mantra in her mind, "there is nothing strange about me," as she stepped out the door. It was a lie, but it was a thought that surfaced whenever she walked out into the open air. She repeated it again, and it rang even more false the second time. The lie was a comfort, nonetheless.”

“She was here and the world, for so long ugly and deformed, was all at once itself again. She was taking a glass of sweet wine from one of the waiters. She was smiling. She was breathing. She was here. She was an island of such colossal importance within a sea of inconsequence that it seemed impossible the Ball was able to continue its empty existence.”

“Gli Dei delle Stelle crearono tre Mondi, tre realtà parallele e distanti tra loro, nel tempo e nello spazio, ma legate in modo indissolubile, mondi in cui tutti gli esseri potevano vivere in pace e armonia, tra loro e con la terra che popolavano. Gli Dei delle Stelle avevano grande sapienza, conoscevano tutti i segreti dell'universo, sicuramente crearono altri mondi e altri esseri in realtà sconosciute, ma questo è un discorso che ci porterebbe troppo lontano…”

“The exception, as ever, was the children. Freed from the constraints of silence which had been enforced during the bard's performance, the children dashed into the woods with wild cries, and enthusiastically immersed themselves in a game whose rules were incomprehensible to all those who had bidden farewell to the happy years of childhood. Children of elves, dwarves, halflings, gnomes, half-elves, quarter-elves and toddlers of mysterious provenance neither knew nor recognised racial or social divisions. At least, not yet.”

“Even when you love with all you are, life will demand parts of your heart and soul. Sometimes, life takes more than you think you have to give. The question then becomes, Great Cat of the Nation of Swiftborne, when life rips out your heart and drops it at your feet, what will you do?”

“Herein lies a story all creatures know The root of the root, the seed left to sow A history of yearning, of great sorrow and pain Told to me as a warning, told to you just the same. In the beginning, the Father-Graven had two sons Who tore the boundless heavens apart In salted stardust, Geiin birthed a world And Mithre corrupted its heart. The world fell to a night deep and starless The spirits of men filled fully with darkness Geiin ascended and in his wake Left four brothers, each an Anathema remade: A Father to rule dumb creatures A Father to keep Ieris living and green A Father to be mankind’s healer & a Father to balance, sort, and cleave. What was faultless turned to rust A world once beautiful turned to dust At the end of all things but this stands true All spirits return to one of two Geiin or Mithre, holy or shrewd Until the end we will slay what has strayed Hear this song and be afraid Never again let Anathema see light of day.”

“...helplessness would not win Vasily a war. Helplessness had to be turned to rage. The kind that could topple mountains, the kind that could dethrone kings, the kind that could burn a whole realm down to the ground. The kind that never, ever went away. Heavy is the head that wears the crown, many said about men of power. But Vasily knew a different kind of truth. Heavier still, was the hand that wields the sword.”

“When they were well out of her earshot, Taein swiveled back and glowered at Vince. “You’ve got to throw those away.” Vince, bouncing awkwardly in the saddle as his draft kept time with Lorrin, looked aghast. “Taein, she gave us muffins.” “She probably poisoned them, you imbecile,” Taein hissed. “Why would she do that?” Vince asked, fumbling to keep a hold of his reins and manage a pair of blueberry-dotted muffins at the same time. “Because she knows I’m the one that stole from her, years back!” Vince paused before popping an entire muffin into his mouth. “You’re far too paranoid, Taein,” he said as he chewed. “These are blueberry muffins. Suit yourself, but I ain’t throwing these away even if they are poisoned.” “Well, don’t go blaming me when you keel over. You were duly warned.” “Me, paying recompense for your poorly-executed crimes? When has that ever happened?” Vince chuckled.”

“I let my eyelids fall closed. In my mind, Draven’s voice rang out over and over, shouting my name. His voice was more powerful than the sea. More primordial than the stars. My name was on his lips as he promised unspeakable darkness to any who came between us.”

“That's not what I mean," he says softly, putting a hand on my shoulder. "I mean the responsibility. Not the battle, the physics, the 'attack-here-block-here' garbage they teach you in the schools that only applies to cedars who learned that exact same blasted fighting style. No, I'm talking about the responsibility. When you have lives on the line, looking up at you for orders. When you have soldiers under your command, ready to fight, to give up their lives if they must. The responsibility of being an Army General. The responsibility of being in power.”

“The flames flickered, casting dancing shadows along the wall, as the lute player jumped lightly down to the floor. He was an otherworldly vision. His hair a wild tangle of amber curls, his eyes a rich, liquid gold that sparkled like a fine ale. He was dressed for battle, clad in a coat of mail, silver links glistening overtop a thick, forest-green tunic. A quiver of red-tipped arrows hung at his back and he held a bow loosely in one hand. Rows of small knives were strapped across his chest. His sleeves had been rolled up to reveal strong forearms and sun-kissed skin. Snug trousers made of a sturdy green fabric emphasized the length of his lean legs, and were tucked into tall, black leather boots that came up to his knees. As he crossed the room towards us he moved with a lithe, feline grace I had only seen before in one other man.”

“"...a large white stag leaped onto the road in front of Johann. Deer often roamed the grassy fields along the forest’s edge, but the youth had never seen one like this before, one so magnificent. Its sapphire eyes stared until they locked on his, drawing him into a vastness unfathomed, stirring in him a desire for something more. Something adventurous and exciting. Extraordinary or even supernatural. A longing for truths yet unknown.”