Reflections of the battlements shimmered in the deep green moat, casting an image of enduring strength, an image that defied the very siege of time.

Splendor was the decree of the day.

Most tales carry a kernel of truth, else they're soon forgotten.

We've seen firsthand the footprints of the Mordant's treachery.

Careful, mother, or you could end up dangling in another's webs.