“To you, Fell. Can't you feel it? Inside you, as it lies inside all the Lera. Know thyself, wolf.”

“Death,' whispered Tarlar, 'you do not fear it, Fell? By water, or any other way?''What is to fear?" answered the black wolf. 'If it is an end, then so be it. For there is no pain in that, except the pain left to the living... And if death is not an end, then what more than a wonderful journey...”

“know that without night there is no day; without lies, no truth;without despair,no hope. Beware above all of hate, but call to its opposite too. For all things have an opposite and, if you choose it, with will and care, you may turn one thing into its reflection.”

“You are not evil, Fell. You have just been robbed of love. Of light.”

“I'm frightened of nothing anymore," answered Fell simply, "except lies. For they're the real killers.”

“Mamma," whispered Rannoch as he nestled by her side, "what is man?" Bracken looked into her calf's eyes. "Man? Man is something you must always fear." "But why must I fear him?" asked Rannoch. "Because, my little one...man is cruel and cold. He eats up everything he touches. He enslaves Lera and breaks the laws of the forest. Because, Rannoch, he is the only creature that hunts without need.”

“Yes,' growled Fell, 'for animals do not know what they do, but man has knowledge of his cruelty.”