This is the secret that none dares tell who fights for a cause. Dying, we are all alike.

I preferred a hard truth to a well-meant lie.

It is a fine line, in all of us, between civilization and savagery. To any who think they would never cross it, I can only say, if you have never known what it is to be utterly betrayed and abandoned, you cannot know how close it is.

Like a falling star, he descended on the Tarbh Cró, a Cassiline berserker, his sword biting and slashing like a silver snake.

Battle for the sake of honor may be a fine thing for bards to sing of, but it is no way to preserve one's homeland

What's the point of being a grown-up if you can't indulge the kid inside you every now and then?

Even a stunted tree reaches for sunlight.