Fane

If joyful is the fountain that rises in the sun, its springs are in the wells of sorrow unfathomed at the foundations of the Earth.

Death floats on the air, creeps through the window, comes with the handshake of a stranger. If we stop living because we fear death, then we have already died.

It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.

Well, if you must know: I'm actually a princess of House Nightstar, and I'm married to a tarrasque named Jonathan. Anything else you'd like to know?