Three things see no end- A flower blighted ere it bloomed, A message that was wasted, And a journey that was doomed.

[Harrier] locked eyes with Zanattar. He couldn't remember another time in his life when he'd been this angry and hadn't hit something.

Some must be warriors, that others may live in peace.

He isn't stupid, but his interests are so narrow I doubt I could slip a sheet of paper in between them

The people who keep coping, keep trying, no matter how many blows Fate takes at them. Nobody'll make a song about them, but they're heroes all the same.

It's hard being a rock; they have such a strange sense of time - and priorities.

. . . from what he knew about the Creatures of the Dark they wouldn't waste their time laying elaborate traps. They'd just eat someone.