Rise, Luthier, in the name of love you came and in the name of love I crown you!

— Robert Fanney

Silent. So it should be. You have no place in this world, Luthier. And there is no other.' Halos reached out and lifted a few strands of her hair. 'Bright songs and the magic of hope are but a dangerous illusion. The fake comfort of witches charms.

— Robert Fanney

Someone smashed a flatterer and without even thinking she touched her Stone and used Word to piece its broken body back together. She filled its empty vessels with dreams, and it became the stuff it used for blood. It brushed her cheek with its wings, then flew off -- dancing in the hot air.

— Robert Fanney

Thales: Words. What are they but shadows on a page or howling on the wind? They are as ever-changing as the mists below us, and it is just as easy to lose sense of yourself among them. I am older than most sorcerers so what I know may, indeed, be close to the truth. Magic, word, words, dreams, they all come from the spirit. Within them lie both power and peril. For to misuse any is to warp your sense of self. To lie in words, or in magic, or in dreams -- that is how you become lost. The lights you see, they were lost long before they came to the Vale.

— Robert Fanney

There are very few things that live in both this world and the world of dreams. Most are gods, angels and demons. The Stone you hold was made by Vlad Vampire the son of an angel and a demon. By the divine blood that ran in his veins, Vampire could see the light and hear the song of creation -- if only as glimmerings and whispers. "Over time, he became aware of the light and the music and as he grew so did his understanding of it. At the age of twenty-two, he began his greatest labor -- the making of the Word Stones. In them, he captured the light and song of creation and by them some of the powers of gods, angels and demons fell into the hands of elves and men. A sorcerer who knows its secret may -- like a god, angel, or demon -- stand with one foot in this world and another within the world of dreams. "Your Stone is a gateway into the world of dreams, Luthier. When you sing, it opens, and you are, in part, taken there. Others who hold a Word Stone like yours may know when someone crosses into dream. When you sang, I could hear you quite clearly.

— Robert Fanney

To be me is to be different...

— Robert Fanney

Vance: You're asking me to kill you. Luthiel: I'm asking you to save her.

— Robert Fanney

Wars are won in the will.

— Robert Fanney

We must be careful what we imagine, fear, or hope for. The echoes of our thought live on in eternity.

— Robert Fanney

Without realizing what she was doing and more on an impulse than anything else, she leaned forward and kissed him. It was a simple, yet firm kiss, and she pulled back after only a moment. But it sent a thrill through her. He leaned down for another. But she put her finger on his lips to stop him. "That was my reward to you," she said as they danced. "Don't squander it." "Reward? He asked still seeming both surprised and delighted at this unexpected attention. "What for?" "Why for living, Velcros. And for doing so much else to help me. I will have you rewarded in state as well. But that was just from me." She saw Velcros flush, and she gave him a brilliant smile. "You don't like my reward?" she asked. "I do!" he replied. "I want only to learn how to earn more." The music was fading. The song was ending. Luthier stepped back and let her hands drop. "A mysterious thing, my heart," she said.

— Robert Fanney