One day the enemy will cross the Great Green. They will bring war and tragedy to these eastern lands. Such is the nature of vile men. Yet we cannot live in dread of them. We cannot hide behind these high walls, our hearts trembling. For that is not life. We must accept the needs and the duties of each day, and face them one at a time.

Heroes are people who face down their fears. It is that simple. A child afraid of the dark who one day blows out the candle; a women terrified of the pain of childbirth who says, 'It is time to become a mother'. Heroism does not always live on the battlefield.

There are times, Sember, when I could believe your mother had a secret lover. Looking at you makes me wonder if it was one of my goats.

Evil lives in a pit. If you want to fight it – you must climb down in the slime to do so.

Trust your instincts, and make judgements on what your heart tells you. The heart will not betray you.

Our souls are but leaves in a storm, and only the gods know where we will come to rest.

An enemy is like a man's most prized flower. It brings him joy to see it buried in the ground.