You're saying that our souls and the stars and the wings of a butterfly are all somehow connected?

Vision, even for a dragon, is woefully unreliable. What you can see with great clarity may not be real; what you cannot see may be the ultimate reality.

And I came to understand, in a way I never had before, that books are truly the stuff of miracles. I even dared to dream that someday, somehow, I might surround myself with books from many times and many tongues.

Stories help me. To live. To work. To find the meaning hidden in every dream, ever leaf, every drop of dew.

Answers come and go, I've found. But the questions? Those remain forever.

Ah, life's little surprises! They can make any day unforgettable... or make it your last.

Hy gododin catann hue Hud a lledrith mal wyddan Gaunce ae bellawn wen cabri Varigal don Fincayra Dravia, dravia Fincayra (Talking trees and walking stones, Giants aare the island's bones. While this land our dance still knows, Varigal crowns Fincayra. Live long, live long Fincayra.