The shadows of Ina-Karekh are the place where nightmares dwell, but not their source. Never forget: the shadowlands are not elsewhere. We create them. They are within.

But perhaps that was just the way of power: no such thing as too much.

There is nothing foolish about hope.

It is blasphemy to separate oneself from the earth and look down on it like a god. It is more than blasphemy; it is dangerous. We can never be gods, after all - but we can become something less than human with frightening ease.

There is no greater warrior than a mother protecting her child.

But when I got angry, my nerves sought an outlet, and my mouth didn't always guard the gates.

The priest's lesson: beware the Nightlord, for his pleasure is a mortal's doom. My grandmother's lesson: beware love, especially with the wrong man.