Either dragons should exist completely or fail to exist at all, he felt. A dragon only half-existing was worse than the extremes.

He's probably their battle poet, too." "You mean he makes up heroic songs about famous battles?" "No, no. He recites poems that frighten the enemy....When a well-trained gonnagle starts to recite, the enemy's ears explode.

Goodness is about what you do. Not who you pray to.

… people didn't seem to be able to remember what it was like with the elves around. Life was certainly more interesting then, but usually because it was shorter. And it was more colorful, if you liked the color of blood.

Maurice watched them argue again. Humans, eh? Think they're lords of creation. Not like us cats. We know we are. Ever see a cat feed a human? Case proven.

Sometimes glass glitters more than diamonds because it has more to prove.

Evil in general does not sleep, and therefore doesn't see why anyone else should.