And his paths shall be many, and who shall know his name, for he shall be beorn among us many times, in many guises, as he has been and ever will be, time without end. His coming shall be like the sharp edge of the plow, turning our lives in furrows form out of the places where we lie in our silence. The breaker of binds; the forger of chains. The maker of futures; the unshaper of destiny. -from Commentaries on the Prophecies of the Dragon, by Jurith Dorine, Right Hand to the Queen of Almoren, 742 AB, the Third Age

A beautiful battle is one you don't have to fight

If your enemy offers you two targets, strike at a third.

She understood his eyes, colder than winter's heart. A man who knew he was dead and couldn't make himself care; you are spared that. Mashiara. His lost love.

A man who trusts everyone is a fool and a man who trusts no one is a fool. We are all fools if we live long enough.

There are no clear paths. Only pitfalls and tripwires and darkness.

Sometimes six and six make a dozen, and sometimes they make a mess