“By the Valg, three were made,Of the gate-Stone of the Wyrd:Obsidian the gods forbadeAnd stone they greatly feared.In grief, he hid one in the crownOf her he loved so well,To keep with her where she lay downInside the starry cell.The second one was hiddenIn a mountain made of fire,Where all men are forbiddenDespite their great desires.Where the third liesWill never be toldBy voice or tongueOr sum of gold.”

“We each survive in our own way.”

“Sometimes, the wicked will tell us things just to confuse us–to haunt our thoughts long after we've faced them.”

“Libraries were full of ideas—perhaps the most dangerous and powerful of all weapons.”

“She didn't fear the night, though she found little comfort in its dark hours.”

“I didn’t think saying good-bye would be so hard. And with everything that’s to come—We’ll face it together. To whatever end.”

“What we think to be our greatest weakness can sometimes be our biggest strength.”

“She wouldn't ask. Didn't want to know what manner of thing might crawl toward a fire.”

“And if I asked for the moon on a string?" - Sorsha”

“We need hope, or else we cannot endure.”

“Wrong kind of witch." - Manon Blackbeak”