All the Wandering Light

You're like the wind - you're meant to be out there, among the mountains and the stars, fighting storms and monsters and anything else foolish enough to get in your way.

Choosing to lock yourself up in a life that doesn't suit you is its own sort of death, wouldn't you say?

Night is when wild animals prowl the shadows. When criminals go about their work, and dark creatures stir. Night is danger.

The best explorers make the night a little brighter.

No help for death. No use for tears. Tears will not bring back friends.

Now I was heading home. But after that, there was nowhere I couldn't go.

Perhaps terrible things will result from the choices you made-perhaps good. You can't know for certain before all's said and settled. And you certainly can't blame yourself for the paths that branch off from the one you beaten, even if they lead others to dark places.

Only you could climb the highest mountain in the Empire, hunt down a fallen star, and escape the Fifth Army without a trace. - Tem, to Kamzin

Is Tsering's familiar as bad-tempered as Ragtooth?" I said. "No," Mara said. "Tsering is a steady sort of man. A familiar's temperament seems to reflect that of its master." Tem seemed to smother a snort. I glared at Mara, replying in a dignified voice, "I haven't heard that to be the case.

Through my tear-hazed vision, the sky seemed bright-too bright. The stars were dancing. My head ached as I tried to take it in-the battle we had fought, the city smoking below me, all the wandering light in the sky above.

They always choose heroes - that much is clear… Wind demons.