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Elder mystics take their vow of silence so seriously that they impose it on any who enter their presence.

"My cause is simple: To stop you, at any cost, from ever seeing the inside of this keep."

"The White Shield is not the burnished metal you lash to your forearm but the conviction that burns in your chest."
—Lucilde Fiksdotter, leader of the Order of the White Shield

Wars are won with strength, valor, and numbers—especially numbers.

On the wild steppes, history vanishes in the dust. Only the mythmakers remain to say what was, and is, and will be.

For the first time in his life, Grakk felt a little warm and fuzzy inside.

Samite healers never mix their pungent elixir with sweetener or tea. The threat of a second dose is enough to get most warriors back on their feet.

"You have not died until I consent."

Sometimes the greatest strength is the strength of conviction.

Appointed by the kha himself, members of the tribunal ensure all disputes are settled with the utmost fairness.

Healers ultimately acquire the divine gifts of spiritual and physical wholeness. The most devout are also granted the ability to pass physical wholeness on to others.

Her sword sings more beautifully than any choir.

"We leonin have come to rule the plains by taking to the skies."
—Raksha Golden Cub

As tireless as her mount, a skyhunter's vigil is measured in days.

Count carefully the souls and see that none are lost.
—Vec teaching

"Let my hope be your shield."

"The constellations form a tapestry of light that traces my people's broken history. Day and night, I feel their glittering presence calling me to weave the pattern whole."

"Best leave your tongue in its yap-hole, Mercadian scum, for your silvered words and golden bribes do not sparkle so brightly outside your city."

Its eye the glaring sun, its cry the keening wind.