“It is odd, the twists that life will sometimes take. The ewe that you think will give birth with ease dies bringing forth a two-headed lamb. Or the ski trail that you have been told is treacherous, you navigate easily.”

“And telling a story, I suppose, is like winding a skein of spun yarn- you sometimes lose track of the beginning.”

“That indeed would be a great accolade," Monodonock stuttered, his hands frenziedly plucking at his spikey hair, "but the more I think on it, I believe I should miss my little home in the Blue Stack Mountains too much. And indeed, it is an important posting; you never know when the gabha might start stiring up trouble again...”

“The joy I feel is immense; it burns inside me as though I have swallowed a piece of the sun.”

“It was the difference between walking with a stranger and walking with your heartmate. It was the difference between working for duty and working for love.”

“A pine needle fell in the forest. The hawk saw it. The deer heard it. The white bear smelled it”

“East of the sun and west of the moon.”