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Blinded by the snowstorm, the dragon crashed into the mountains and died. Its flesh fell and nourished the soil at their roots, and so the Firegrass Valley was born.

“ . . . it was then that she knew their cowardice, and the verdict she would pass unto them.”
—Hemley Eggfeather

He told himself he was just living to fight another day—but by the trembling of his hands, he knew he would never return.

Those who say there's no warmth to be had come winter have never witnessed the simple joy of a child.

They suffer no usurper to their territory, undead or otherwise.

“I'll just nick its wing a little. That'll stop it from rampaging about like that.”

A Rakkiri is given a weapon to wield only when they understand that its purpose is to preserve life, not to take it.

The strength that lets her endure the harrowing wild alone is the knowledge that one day, her kin won't have to.

“Double the weapons, double the pain, and double the deterrent.”

The pilgrim thought death would mark the end of her travels. The ghoul thought otherwise.

“Better to take your time making sure you're protected than to rush and die a fool's death.”

“I can counter every trick you know, and many more besides. Let's just move on to the part where you give up, yeah?”

Seto and Xiong made it to the monastery just in time . . . to see the head of the last monk fall into the snow.

“I was meant to fight the bears that night, but the forest's lights led me astray. The life that would've ended in a hopeless battle, I now devote to the wild that saved it.”
—Jarindr, hermit druid

“If you've survived an attack from one of my children, know it was only because they wanted you to.”
—Syrina, Dragon Queen

Rotfeeder territory is marked by skeletons of eerily pristine white.