Rowan Of Rin Quotes

The smallest and weakest of us proved the strongest and bravest in the end.

Fearing, you climbed the mountain. Fearing, you faced its dangers. And fearing, you went on. That is real bravery, Rowan. Only fools do not fear. Sheba knew that. Sheba knew everything all along.

Some things a man simply cannot do.

Fire, water, earth, and air, All meet in the dragon's lair. Six brave hearts have failed the test;One continues in the quest. Remember well the words you know When on to find your fate you go.

Seven hearts the journey make. Seven ways the hearts will break. Bravest heart will carry on When sleep is death, and hope is gone. Look in the fiery jaws of fear And see the answer white and clear, Then throw away all thoughts of home, For only then your quest is done.

Look for the hand that points the way, And take the path where children play. Then where the face with breath that sighs Bends to admire its gleaming eyes, You way is marked by lines of light That mean escape from endless night.

Nothing here is as it seems; Dreams are truths, and truths are dreams. Closed your ears to loved ones' cries; Die if you believe your eyes. Bind with ropes your flesh and blood, And let your guide be made of wood.

Let arms be still and voices low, A million eyes watch as you go. A silken door your pathway ends, There fire and light will be your friends. Then see yourself as others may, And catch noon's eye to clear your way.

Left or right, which will you take? For both of them your heart will break. One is cruel, one is fair, One a passage, one a snare. Choose the one that hides the light, And you will know your path is right.

The flower is not evil because it blooms where it does. It simply exists. As do the fish in this pool, and the bird on the cliff, and you, and I.

You have been menaced by giant spiders, nearly smothered in a swamp, and now half drowned and frozen, and you are embarrassed about taking your clothes off in front of me! Does that not seem ridiculous?

When evil strikes and fury wakes, Then love will face the choice it makes. Death will free the loyal friend. As it began, so shall it end. Bound to the beast, you play your part-- The comfort of the aching heart.

As fear approaches in the night, Flee from the field and hide from sight. The power stirs, the anger wakes, The rage upon the darkness breaks, A fearful lesson, learned full well, A tale that they alone can tell.

The one who first heard Zebak bells Must see the truth the mirror tells. The hand must bleed to reach the end, One finger stands the others bend. With chains and sorrow you must pay For other hands to guide your way.

At dawn the enemy attacks, As hunger howls, the mirror cracks. Then, pressed against that shining wall, Like worms among the bones you'll crawl. It's useless now to fight or plead-- Squirm softly, while the creatures feed.

Beneath soft looks evil burns, And slowly round the old wheel turns. The same mistakes, the same old pride, The priceless armour cast aside. The secret enemy is here. It hides in darkness, fools beware! For day by day its power grows, And when at last its face it shows, Then past and present tales will meet-- The evil circle is complete...

But I do not think we can wait for painting. This place is dangerous for us. Perlain is already impatient with us. I can see it by the way he lashes his tail.

Bad child, wicked child, push you in the bin, Out with the rubbish on your chin, chin, chin, Up pops and ishkin, then it pulls you in, Makes you cry and sucks you dry and throws away your skin.

We are a fine party of heroes. Half drowned, half frozen, half dead with tiredness and sick to our stomachs through drinking half the ocean. Not to mention that all our supplies are feeding the fish.

The light that gleams at their back door Will guide you from the lonely shore, But dangers seek you as you go, One from above, one from below. One hides by night, one hides by day, And hard and stony is your way.

So, very soon our captives will meet their small countrywoman again. How grateful they must be to have a pleasant ride, with us to guide their way. Perhaps they feel that chains and sorrow are not too high a price to pay. What say you, Zanel?

Five strange fingers from fate's hand, Each plays its part at fate's command. The fiery blaze the answer keeps. And till its time each secret sleeps. When pain is truth and truth is pain, The painted shadows live again. Five leave, but five do not return. Vain hope and pride in terror burn.

To mix the brew that wakes Death sleep Fill one spread hand with silver deep. In hungry pool moons raise their heads: Pluck one and add the tears it sheds. Stir slowly with new fighter's quill, Three times, no more, and let it still. Add venom from your greatest fear-- One drop--and then the truth is clear.

It is like walking in a crowd. A foolish crowd of oddities in a corridor under an enemy city, without an idea of where they are going.

If you are the only one afraid...you are the only one with sense