Not one of the creatures of blood can escape death. We all face it, and succumb to it. It follows us like a dark shadow. Yet if we live in terror of it, then we do not live at all. Yes we are born alone, and yes we will die alone. But in between, Tae, we live. We know joy.

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

Love is a mystery. We embrace it where we can. Mostly we do not choose whom we love. It just happens. A voice speaks to us, in ways the ears cannot hear. We recognize a beauty the eye does not see. We experience a change in our hearts that no voice can describe.

I was a man before I was a king, and no true man walks away when a friend needs him.

I would have offered you a forest of truth, but you wish to speak of a single leaf

May all your dreams but one come true, for what is life without a dream?

Hate is the father of all evil.