| Link | Quote | Stars | Tags | Author |
| 7fcae9a | He was dirty, his hair unkempt, his clothes stained with blood. Heroes in stories somehow managed to rescue maidens while looking like court dandies. Next time he went adventuring he'd remember to bring a comb. | hero heroes | J.V. Jones | |
| 286cba6 | There were no stars, or if they were they shone like volcanic glass. | J.V. Jones | ||
| ccff156 | Not all things that cast man shadows were men. | J.V. Jones | ||
| 29ecdf7 | She supposed it felt like freedom, if freedom was a fall into the unknown. | freedom | J.V. Jones |