To a happy war!' laughter echoed with all the insane glee of an army of psychopaths.

Madness was only a handicap only if you couldn't control its irrationalities.

A conflagration always made such a nice backdrop to a battle. Fire made everything so much more joyously apocalyptic.

One of the most important lessons she'd recently learned was that looking strong and confident was sometimes all the people required of you.

To a happy war! Their laughter flowed out into the night and reached into the pass through the Dancing Maidens, where it echoed around the mountains with all the insane glee of an army of pyschopaths.

But leave us some magic in the world. Leave us some mystery to enjoy.

Sharley felt his strength ebbing away, and his weak leg throbbed painfully, but then a tingling sensation thrilled through his frame and the fighting blood of the Lindenshield clan began to roar through his veins. He drew breath and out crashed the war cry of the icemark.

You are about to enter the realms of human beings. Be prepared for cruelty and kindness, for friendship and hatred. People are made of all possibilities and conditions.