Humanity, perhaps, that quality of benevolence that humans have, without irony, named after themselves.

Ziri's soul felt like the high roaming wind of the Adelphas Mountains and the beat of stormhunters' wings, like the beautiful, mournful, eternal song of the wind flutes that had filled their caves with music he could not possibly remember. It felt like home.

I will give them nightmares to haunt their dreams long after I'm gone.

It didn't escape Karou's notice that he found subtle ways of touching her.

Light coursed through Karou and darkness chased it-burning through her, chilling her, shimmer and shadow, ice and fire, blood and starlight, rushing, roaring, filling her.

We are the beginning ... We always have been. This time, let it be more than a beginning.

Thank you, but we respectfully decline your overture, being more enjoyably occupied at present.