The story of Terisa and Geraden began very much like a fable. She was a princess in a high tower. He was a hero come to rescue her. She was the only daughter of wealth and power. He was the seventh son of the lord of the seventh Care. She was beautiful from the auburn hair that crowned her head to the tips of her white toes. He was handsome and courageous. She was held prisoner by enchantment. He was a fearless breaker of enchantments. As in all the fables, they were made for each other.

He who waits for the sword to fall upon his neck will surely lose his head.

Everything dies, from the smallest blade of grass to the biggest galaxy.

It is the responsibility of the living to make meaningful the sacrifices of the dead.

Where do you get dreams like this?

I may not yet be as old as dirt, but dirt and I are starting to have an awful lot in common.

This you have to understand. There's only one way to hurt a man who's lost everything. Give him back something broken.