“What is fear?" she breathed. 'Fear is nothing. Fear is illusion. Pass through its fire. Truth lies at its core. What it Truth?" She stood up, feeling calmer and glared up at the sinking sun. "I am Truth," she whispered fiercely.”

“By that thinking, surely she was not bad Luck, but Good, undefined.”

“Magic was merely the unknown, a wild thing undefined by logic or reason. By that thinking, surely she was not Bad Luck, but Good, undefined.”

“Magic was merely the unknown, a wild thing undefined by logic or reason.”

“The thing stank of unnamed yearnings, unfulfilled wishes, and a hunger so deep it make her feel hollow inside.”

“What is fear?" she breathed. 'Fear is nothing. Fear is illusion. Pass through its fire. Truth lies at its core. What it Truth?" She stood up, feeling calmer and glared up at the sinking sun. "I am Truth," she whispered fiercely.”