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.

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.

You shouldn't trust anyone, lad, that's your first lesson and it'll keep you sharp.

Niall screamed like a pig at a slaughterhouse and collapsed off his mount.

My head feels like there's a bard with a bad voice inside, and he won't shut up.