Briar: "They never tell you some things. They tell you mages have wonderful power and they learn all kinds of secrets. Nobody ever mentions that some secrets you don't ever want to learn." Rosethorn: "All you can do is learn good to balance the bad. Learn and do all the good within your reach. Then, if you wake in a sweat, you have something to set against the dream.

If I were useful, you wouldn't know it was me.

Cats aren't special advisers. They advise us all the time, whether we want them to or no.

Without patience, magic would be undiscovered - in rushing everything, we would never hear its whisper inside.

Waves are the voices of tides. Tides are life.

She's all over us like maggots on garbage, just because I interfered with one pickpocket yesterday.

At last Niko dropped his hands, and opened his eyes. His perfect tree illusion solidified and settled. "Very nice," said Briar with approval. "Couldn't have done better myself" "Couldn't do it at all yourself," muttered Tris. Briar ignored her. "But you'd never find a cork oak in these parts. Too cold." Niko looked down his nose at the boy. "I beg your pardon?" Briar shrugged. "Just thought I'd mention it." Niko glared.