This is the real magic of fantasy fiction: it can feed souls and change lives.

There is evil in all of us, and it is the mark of a man how he defies the evil within.

Life is a struggle, from the agonies of birth to the railing against death. Devour or be devoured. The law of the wild.

True. The one certainty about riding, Braygan, is that - at some time - you will fall off. It is a fact. Another fact you might like to consider, in your life of perpetual terror, is that you will die. We are all going to die, some of us young, some of us old, some of us in our sleep, some of us screaming in agony. We cannot stop it, we can only delay it.

If you look at any ancient civilization, they've all used fantasy stories to train the young.

A warrior...must believe in his strength of will, of purpose, of heart and soul.

We are tiny flames, Helikaon, and we flicker alone in the great dark for no more than a heartbeat. When we strive for wealth, glory and fame, it is meaningless. The nations we fight for will one day cease to be. Even the mountains we gaze upon will crumble to dust. To truly live we must yearn for that which does not die.