Not all who are lost are lost forever.

I’ve got a good right hook.

The Shaod, it was called. The Transformation… When it came, the fortuante person’s life ended and began anew; he would discard his old, mundane existence and move to Elantris. Elantris, where he could live in...

The rope longed-for her beloved, the ceiling hook. The suspended body; a harbinger of good news. Love was lost. Love was found.

Don’t be afraid to grow up, Peter. It’s only a trap if you forget how to fly.

Memories hold you back; their weight crushes your spirit.