“Power rises to the top like cream and dominates the weak with cruelty disguised as -- and often even believed to be -- benevolence.”

“Any chance he’s turned a new leaf and taken up sailing for real?”“About as likely as me doing it.”Hadrian eyed Royce for a heartbeat. “I put him at the top of the list.”

“Come for your revenge at last, elf?" Royce stepped forward. He looked down at Thranic and then around the room. "How could I top possibly top this? Sealed alive in a tomb of rock. My only regret is that I had nothing to do with it”

“Another last-minute, good-deed job,” Royce grumbled as he stuffedsupplies into his saddlebag.“True,” Hadrian said, slinging his sword belt over his shoulder, “butthis is at least a paying job.”“You should have told him the real reason we saved him from Trumbul—because we wouldn’t see the hundred tenents otherwise.”“That was your reason. Besides, how often do we get to do royal contracts?If word gets around, we’ll be able to command top salaries.”“If word gets around, we’ll be hanged.”

“Royce looked back down at the stream below. "She doesn't even know me. What if she doesn't like me? Few people do.""She might not at first. Maribor knows I didn't. But you have a way of growing on a person." He smiled. "You know, like lichen or mold.”

“The greatest minds and the most advanced engineering went into its creation. They carved the prison out of solid rock from the face of the mountains just north of the lake. They sealed it not only with metal, stone, and wood but also with ancient and powerful enchantments. In the end, when it was finished, it was believed to be the most secure prison in the world.”“They must have had some really nasty criminals back then to go to so much trouble,” Hadrian said.“No,” Myron replied matter-of-factly, “just one.”“One?” Alric asked. “An entire prison designed to hold just one man?”“His name was Esrahaddon.”

“We may indeed die here, that's true. But we will all die anyway-is there any denying that? When you think of all the possible ways you might go, this is as fine a place as any, isn't it? I mean, to end one's life surrounded by friends, in a comfortable, dry room with plenty to read... that doesn't sound too awful, does it?""What is the advantage of fear, or the benefit of regret, or the bonus of granting misery a foothold even if death is embracing you? My old abbot used to say, 'Life is only precious if you wish it to be.' I look at it like the last bite of a wonderful meal-do you enjoy it, or does the knowledge that there is no more to follow make it so bitter that you would ruin the experience?" The monk looked around, but no one answered him. "If Maribor wishes for me to die, who am I to argue? After all, it is he who gave me life to begin with. Until he decides I am done, each day is a gift granted to me, and it would be wasted if spent poorly. Besides, for me, I've learned that the last bite is often the sweetest.”