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1 " Home. Home. He tested the word in his mind, mouthed it first in the ogre tongue, then in the human to get a feel for it. Haven and protection. Things to fight for. Things to cherish.He looked to the other end of the vale, at the foreboding dark lines of the keep perched like a beast atop the cliffs, and thought that there was a thing there to be cherished and fought for as well. "
― P.L. Nunn , Bloodraven (Bloodraven, #1)
2 " Why?" he asked instead. "Why do such things when my death would have benefited you far more?" Yhalen bent over his knees, resting forehead on his forearm, perhaps not willing to answer, or not able to, strange creature that he was. "Is that the way your people think?" he asked finally, as he turned his head to peer up at Bloodraven through the thick fall of the hair around his face. "That death is more beneficial than life? "
3 " Take my home down with your madness and I’ll give you something to scream about. "
4 " ...he wondered dismally when his heart had been so thoroughly lost to an enemy. "
5 " [Bloodraven] fingered the cloth, marveling at the tightness of the weave. The things that the men of the lowlands were capable of never ceased to amaze him. Those few stolen items that trickled up to the northern tribes were bartered at high prices, for even the mountain humans who worked in fear of their lives for the tribes, did not create such clever things. But then again, perhaps they were capable, but chose not to share with the race that had hunted and oppressed them for generations. Understandable. If he were in the same position he’d have offered nothing more than the simplest tasks demanded of him. Not for the first time he considered the tribal chieftains of old fools for choosing to make war with the humans instead of ally with them. "
