“Red for the blood of Christ, green for his everlasting love, blue for heaven above, and old for the King of Kings.”

“Flint
An emerald is as green as grass,A ruby red as blood;A sapphire shines as blue as heaven;A flint lies in the mud.A diamond is a brilliant stone,To catch the world’s desire;An opal holds a fiery spark;But a flint holds fire.”

“What is a king, JaRed?""A king," JaRed said, "is supposed to act like a king.""Yes.""The one who serves them!""Yes.""Even when-" His words stopped. No more would come. He stared in silence."The true king is the one who sacrifices himself for his people." In two strides the man towered above JaRed. "The one who loves them.”

“The old King is dead. The new King approaches! And at his approach the world sheds its sorrow. The sings of the old King dissolve like morning mist! The world assumes the character of the new. His virtues fill up the wood and world!”

“...our concern is more about going to heaven than loving the King.”

“Do you love your country and your king?"Karigan paused. What a curious question. King Zachary was relatively new to the throneand she knew little of his policies or methods, but it wouldn't do to sound disloyal to adying servant of Sacoridia."Yes.""I'm a messenger...Green Rider." The young man's body spasmed with pain, and blooddribbled over his lip and down his chin. "The satchel on the saddle...important messagefor...king. Life or death. If you love Sacor...Sacoridia and its king, take it. Take it to him.”