Life is like a fire, it changes constantly, flickering high and low. Sometimes it burns brightly and other times it's nothing but a smouldering ember. It's up to you to stoke the fire and make it burn as brightly as possible — before it burns out.

Dark shapes ran about, silhouetted against the glow of fire that lit the village behind.

Sometimes bad things lead to something better than you could ever imagine.

Lichen crusted rocks bore down upon the entrance, as if their weight smothered and squeezed the tiny door into the wall.

Oh, have you raised a dead dragon yet?

Oh, a guest. Wonderful, we have a hunger for some new magic in this group.

You need to stop listening to others telling you what you can't do and prove them wrong.

Judging by the shape of his nose, it must have been broken more times than a sailor's promise.

Don't let their anger and hate make you like them. You're better than that.