“Nature is a mutable cloud which is always and never the same.”
—Ralph Waldo Emerson, Essays

Some angels protect the meek and innocent. Others seek out and smite evil wherever it lurks.

“Poor little sun-dweller out past curfew. And to think, you might have survived if it wasn’t so close to suppertime.”

They take a blood oath to die in battle. So far none have failed to fulfill the promise.

“The gods used their feathers to paint all the colors of the world.”
—Yare-Tiva, warden of Gramur forest

“I carry the light of truth. Do not pity those it blinds, for they never had eyes to see.”

“A single drop of blood draws their attention, then they strip your bones clean before you have time to die.”
—Jamias, hermit of Telfer Peak

“The underclass often forget that they are not tenants, or servants, but property.”

The Crimson Throne may be empty, but its coffers are full.

Zombies are the perfect marshland fighters—they don’t need to breathe and they don’t care what they step in.

The war lasted for generations. The boars didn’t need to hunt for food anymore. They fed on the fallen corpses, and the living fed off of them.

“In my early experiments in phylactery, I found that fragile forms have their uses.”
—Rocati, Duke of Martyne

“It’s hard to say which is more satisfying: the search for that missing piece or fitting that piece into place.”
—Evo Ragus

“We’ll scale these cliffs, traverse Brittle Bridge, and then fight our way down the volcanic slopes on the other side.”
“Isn’t the shortest route through the canyon?”
“Yes.”
“So shouldn’t we—”
“No.”

“They say only the good die young. Obviously, you are one of the exceptions.”
—Delrobah, cleric of Ivora Gate

“Her mind is an incredible mix of emotion and power. Even if I could grasp it, I couldn’t hold it for long.”
—Jace Beleren, on Chandra Nalaar