𝐻 𝐸 𝑅 𝒪 .

break those chains that bind you.

dream the crow black dream.

I’ll start again, I’ll persevere, but what's the price of perfection? I won't know until it's paid in full. I’ll be hunted and reviled. I won’t let that deprive me of this sweet, sweet vision of mine.

quests may not simply be abandoned; prophecies may not be left to rot like unpicked fruit; unicorns may go unrescued for a very long time, but not forever. the happy ending cannot come in the middle of the story.

real magic can never be made by offering someone else’s liver. you must tear out your own, and not expect to get it back.

great heroes need great sorrows and burdens, or half their greatness goes unnoticed. it is all part of the fairy tale.

child, child, do you not see? for each of us comes a time when we must be more than what we are.

it is easy to judge evil unmixed. but, alas, in most of us good and bad are closely woven as the threads on a loom; greater wisdom than mine is needed for the judging.

if I abandon dignity and bend my knees, could I still die in peace?

we won’t see this evil defeat us, march with me, we’re off to war! we’ll stand our ground and we’ll fight, we’ll take back the night!

I have the power!

he’s just a boy… and that boy is holding all the power of the universe in his bare hands!

though this is the end of the age of heroes, it has saved its best for last.

he who fights with monsters might take care lest he thereby become a monster.

oh, the wind, the wind is blowing, through the graves the wind is blowing. freedom soon will come. then we’ll come from the shadows.

such raw sorrow. can’t partake. mine would flood oceans. it would drown me.

death at the gates again. howling my name. can’t greet you today. I have a war to win.

I’d sacrifice it all to guide you, never have to battle alone.

kingslayer, destroying castles in the sky, kingslayer, I’ll fight for you until I die.

I would sacrifice my life to find you, angel of the blade.