Inbali Iserles > Quotes

“Run fast, be safe, live free.”
― Inbali Iserles, The Mage

“Dreams are just the beginning!”
― Inbali Iserles, The Mage

“For friendship. For honor. Forever”
― Inbali Iserles, The Mage

“Yer it gave me comfort to know the wolves would keep our fallen in their thoughts. That somewhere, in a land of ice and flames, the memory of my family lived on.”
― Inbali Iserles, The Mage

“Mad fox, bad fox, just another dead fox!”
― Inbali Iserles, The Taken

“Wa’akkir.”
― Inbali Iserles, The Taken

“I am the fur that ruffles your back. I am the twist and shake of your tail. Let me appear in the shape of your body: no one can tell; others will fear; dare not come near!”
― Inbali Iserles, The Elders

“Fear is your friend, but it must never be your master. It will leash you just as surely as the furless do their dogs, and drag you to an even darker fate.”
― Inbali Iserles, The Elders

“What was seen is unseen; what was sensed becomes senseless. What was bone is bending; what was fur is air.”
― Inbali Iserles, The Elders

“bends foxcraft”
― Inbali Iserles, The Elders

“I am fearless. I am friendless. I am fox.”
― Inbali Iserles

“A single beast, a single heart, as the hooves of your quarry beat a path like thunder. To risk the stampede; to sacrifice yourself, so that the Bishar survives. Never dead. Never forgotten. Always alive in the howls of the living.”
― Inbali Iserles, The Elders

“Fear is your friend, but it must never be your master. It will leash you just as surely as the furless do their dogs, and drag you to an even darker fate. - The Elders”
― Inbali Iserles, The Elders

“When I was very young, with eyes scarcely open and ears still floppy, I heard the beautiful call of an unknown creature. Its voice danced and spun in mysterious loops, brilliant like ice as a cold dawn broke. I was sure that the creature was as large as a fox to master such a powerful voice.
I had searched for it with Pirie by my side; I had listened for it from the night he’d vanished.
I finally found it as I left the land of the furless, on the branch of a tree near a guttering brightglobe, right on the edges of the Snarl. My tail drooped with disappointment: it was only a bird — a small, round creature with a red bib at its throat.
Pirie’s voice in my head. Why are you sad?
I watched the ball of feathers as it flitted from the tree. “I thought I would see a powerful thing,” I said to no one. “I thought it was something special.”
My brother’s voice was fading as the bird escaped from sight. Perhaps it is, he murmured”
― Inbali Iserles, The Taken