“History abounds with examples of treachery, reminders that sorrow has indeed entered the world.  The breaking of the Stones, the murder of King Emerre and the God-Emperor’s spy are among the more perfidious betrayals in the annals of Sangrar, but there have been others.  Only in the Years of Glory, when the Full Radiance still shone and life was pure and idyllic, did people live without fear.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

“Ripples, Tarik, that’s all that history is.  Ripples resounding from a singular point echoing across infinity.  You’ve seen the patterns, we both have, but after my sojourn with the Herald, I’m convinced that there’s more to it.  Like the tip of an iceberg, we’ve only seen the surface.  Toss a pebble into the pond and watch the ripples.  Then, throw in a second stone.  You might think that you’re seeing two distinct sets of overlapping concentric circles, but you’re not.  There’s only one pattern and it keeps repeating.”   Jerilyn of Colcester

“The years after the Rekindling were difficult times for the survivors.  The Elder Races no longer held exclusive dominion over Sangrar.  They shared it with the Dark Ones during the shadow of the night.  Once peaceful and serene, Sangrar lost its virgin innocence and became a place of hazardous dangers.  In years gone by, the Elder Races would have taken solace in the worship of the Maiden, but she had abandoned Sangrar and Her loss created a void for the Elder Races.  The survivors rebuilt what they could, but the kingdoms of the Elder Days never again approached the splendor they had under the Full Radiance of the Three Suns.  Just as the Prophecies had foretold, sorrow had entered the world, and now that it had a foothold, it would not let go.  Daeryss was not the only one to fall under the Dark Ones’ lure, though he was the most notorious.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

“The Primals saw much in the Void and, having traveled with the Herald, I can assure you, that life within the Girdle is only one of life’s many aspects.  There are other places, stranger and more alien than anything you can imagine, hiding in the cracks of Esel.  Ardilun was one such place, but others lurk in the Girdle’s folds, more terrible than your darkest nightmares.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

“I used to think that he didn’t like talking about those things when Velora was nearby, but I came to realize that she knew more of Kandol’s exploits with the Goddesses than I ever would.  In retrospect, I think that he was simply shy.  Most people would have been proud to have been favored by two Goddesses, but not Kandol.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

“Kandol was a person of purpose, Tarik, a lord of great import with a destiny to fulfill.  The sad thing is, he devoted his life to the pursuit of knowledge, yet never understood the truth until the end.  His time in the Grove, his studies in Alyrre, his years on the Mountain of Clouds, these shaped him into what he was – a sorcerer, an Earthmage, a priest, and a healer.  But, more than anything, he was an agent of the Balance, its designate to fulfill the Prophecies.  That night in Indalle, he learned from Embyrl the truth of the threat he posed to the Dark Lord, though it took him millennia to accept it.  Jerilyn of Colcester

“Throughout history, villains like Daeryss have fallen into shadow.  He was not the first, nor will he be the last.  It’s fair to say that the Necessity of Opposition is responsible, but does that means that they’re not accountable for the choices that they made.  Does the existence of the Necessity mean that they should shoulder no blame?  Do you think we should pity them?  Or hate them for the sorrow they caused?”  Jerilyn of Colcester  

“Kandol told me about the pattern just before the final gambit.  Even then, I didn’t understand the truth until the Herald enlightened me, which, I fear, is driving me mad.  I do remember this.  There are always three Heroes.  The Warrior, the Prince and the Priestess.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

“Soon after the First Congress of the Gods, the Forge Folk’s Secondborn awakened to the ring of Dar Highfather’s hammer, Earthbiter, smiting the walls of the Birthing Chambers, nine in all, one for each of the ancient clans.  From the moment the clans awoke, they delved and they never stopped delving until Caradar’s last day.”  Jerilyn of Colcester