But if you couldn't do everything, did that mean you did nothing?

One man sees a riselka: his life forks there. Two men see a riselka: one of them shall die. Three men see a riselka: one is blessed, one forks, one shall die.

How we remember changes how we have lived. Time runs both ways. We make stories of our lives.

Eanna love us, Adaon preserve us, Morian guard our souls.

Words were power, words tried to change you, to shape bridges of longing that no one could ever really cross.

One didn't stop to talk with creatures from one's nightmares.

There was some sadness in how that could happen, Tai thought: falling out of love with something that had shaped you. Or even people who had? But if you didn't change at least a little, where were the passages of a life? Didn't learning, changing, sometimes mean letting go of what had once been seen as true?