And all meet in singing, which braids together the different knowings into a wide and subtle music, the music of living.

By the light," he said, when he had mastered himself. "I think that beats singing a lullaby to a stormdog for simplicity and economy, Maerad. But I wish I had known that you simply had to blow at Hulls to get rid of them. It would have saved me a few scars.

It is only the darkness in our own hearts that will defeat us, in the end.

Old friend,' said Cadvan, filling another glass for himself and sniffing its rich smell. 'If we do not trust one another, we are already defeated.

There come a few times in a person's life where there is a clear choice," Cadvan said. "The difference between one person and another is how they meet that choice.

Joy bubbles on a fountain of doubt.

There is a great force in renunciation of power that those who are blinded by the lust for domination cannot understand because those who truly love do not desire power.