Quotes from the pen of Horace, Trader (Gray)

# Her name was Leyla, she said, and her hair was braided wild with creepers and thorns."

# "Her providence, she told me over nights illuminated by campfires, was once the city of Trinsic."

# "Oft have I wondered of the boy named Japheth, and whether he remembers a girl who lived in sandstone walls."

# "He had sandy hair like thee, and I dreamt as a child of holding his hand and sharing flavored ice. His name was Japheth."

# "...her smile seemed full of teeth sharper then a human ought to have, for the tale of orcish raising had struck fear into the marrow of my bones."

# "Twas a fearful run, and I came to the road of Yew with welts and scratches run rampant crost my skin, but I did not see her again."