On Forgetting

“It’s all starting to blur, Tarik.  Which age are we living in now? I can’t keep it straight any more.  The Darkening, the Rekindling, the Reckoning, the Cataclysm, the Long Night – they’re all the same to me.  I can’t even remember which memories are truly mine and which are Kandol’s.  I don’t know if I’ll be able to finish the Tale of Ages, the Herald’s curse may swallow me first.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

On Kandol

“After pulling down the Darkhold, Kandol retired to Tar-Vydael, his tower atop the Mountain of Clouds.  Weary from the toils of his labor, he hoped to devote his days to the study of the Balance and leave the fate of the world to other, more deserving heroes.  The promise his parents had made to the Maiden and the Beast Lord amidst the Stones of Jahar so long ago, the vow that had bound him in secrecy and forced him to lie to those he loved, had been repaid at last, or so he thought.  But the Balance did not agree.”    Jerilyn of Colcester

On the Herald

“Bayonell the Herald?  His origins remain a mystery though I have my suspicions.  I’d have thought him naught but legend, had I not seen him myself at the end of the Long Night.  Kandol had told me that only the Gods could see him.  Why he chose to reveal himself to me, a lowly historian, I cannot say.”  Jerilyn of Colcester

On the Suns

“The Primals may have made Sangrar, but the Herald created Edda, Imma and Olla.  From what Kandol’s told me, their Light in the Elder Days was much stronger than it was when I was a child.  I miss them.  Getting used to a single sun has been difficult.”  Jerilyn of Colcester