“Without realizing what she was doing and more on an impulse than anything else, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“Luthiel: I cannot change what will happen. I can only change how I act in the face of it.” — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“Silent. So it should be. You have no place in this world, Luthiel. And there is no other.' Zalos reached out and… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“A song she heard Of cold that gathers Like winter's tongue Among the shadows It rose like blackness In the sky That… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“I would rather live than die. I would rather die than survive as a monster.” — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“May your feet ever walk in the light of two suns... and may the moonshadow never fall on you... ” — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“Leowin: Don't worry Luthiel. 'Truth's existence never depended upon belief.” — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“If I could make a dream real, I would not kill anything unless it could never be changed at heart.” — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“In the depth a light will grow, A silver shine no shadows know, Like wings unfolding in the sky, That circle 'round… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“Rise, Luthiel, in the name of love you came and in the name of love I crown you!” — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“Someone smashed a flutterfler and without even thinking she touched her Stone and used Wyrd to piece its broken body back together.… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“How can I judge?" she said at last. "To me, he is a hero. To the world a monster." She let her… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“Mithorden: 'He was brilliant, yes, but ready to laugh at himself when he made mistakes. You may not believe it, but he… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“There are very few things that live in both this world and the world of dreams. Most are gods, angels and demons.… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“Vanye: You're asking me to kill you. Luthiel: I'm asking you to save her. ” — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
“Othalas: Words. What are they but shadows on a page or howling on the wind? They are as ever-changing as the mists… — Robert Fanney Copy Share Image
