Quotes from Richard A. Knaak

It is as if we are trapped in a never-ending game, our lives hinging on the roll of a dice or the turn of a card.

Those who do not see the truth in battle march willingly to defeat.

One makes their own luck, good or ill... and there are no guesses, merely faulty concentration.

You are not yet in the Emerald Dream. First, you must remove your earthly shell...* the voice in his head instructed. *As you reach the state of sleep, you will slip your body off as you would a coat. Start from your heart and mind, for they are the links that most bind you to the mortal plane. See? This is how it is done...* - Chapter 4

It was one thing to go into battle with confidence, another to believe the foe so easily defeated.

I already have. Not at all that far from where we were, but far enough away. Actually, we're both fortunate and unfortunate.

Narrow, yellow eyes with no visible pupils sparkled with merriment, but the sort of merriment that came from pulling the wings off flies or the arms off experimental subjects.

Krasus raced along the landscape. all sense of dignity forgotten. Dignity was for those with both time and patience, commodities not available to him and his companion.

Those who do not see the truth in battle march willingly to defeat," grunted

She smiled, and there seemed to be only perfection in that smile. Her lips were full and red, and above them, perfectly positioned, was a pert nose and two almond-shaped eyes. The eyes were like sunlight in color, a direct contrast to her glistening mane.

Neltharion the Earth-Warder.

Est Sularis Oth Mithas' in the old tongue. 'My Honor is My Life.' 

To dream, to imagine, for in that is the best hope of rebuilding, of recovering, of growing...

Good battle! Many deaths to sing of! Many warriors to praise for the blood they've spilled!" "How lovely," muttered Rhonin.

We say—say 'Est Sularis Oth Mithas' in the old tongue. 'My Honor is My Life.

Perhaps you should have been a dragon yourself!" she shouted back. "If you could see the world as I see it!

She did not try to explain, and Huma did not ask her to. For a brief time, the war, the knighthood, all his problems vanished.

LAST HAVEN TAVERN.

never forget it. Small wonder that Xavius had accomplished so much; an even greater darkness worked through him. But Malfurion still kept his wits about him, aware that to lose all hope was to lose

Thrall is no assassin skulking in the fog nor is he an honorless warrior!

His son had joined the sleepers.