‘A strong man makes his own way in the world. He does not ask others to do what he fears himself./em>’
– Kebra, to Conalin, Winter Warriors
‘A strong man makes his own way in the world. He does not ask others to do what he fears himself./em>’
– Kebra, to Conalin, Winter Warriors
‘Never lose heart. You hear me, boy? Never lose heart!‘
– Nogusta, to Conalin, Winter Warriors
‘A true man does not desert his friends in time of need.‘
– Kebra, to Conalin, Winter Warriors
‘You are a bright lad. You can be whatever you want to be, if your dreams are grand enough.‘
– Kebra, to Conalin, Winter Warriors
‘It is hard to explain. You start by asking yourself what makes a true man. Is it his ability to hunt, or to farm, or to breed stock? In part the answer is yes. Is it his capacity to love his family? In part the answer is also yes. But there is something else. Something grand.’
– Kebra, to Conalin, Winter Warriors
‘May all your dreams – but one – come true.’
– Kebra, to Conalin, Quest for Lost Heroes
‘It is hard to explain. You start by asking yourself what makes a true man. Is it his ability to hunt, or to farm, or to breed stock? In part the answer is yes. Is it his capacity to love his family? In part the answer is also yes. But there is something else. Something grand. It seems to me that there are three instincts which drive us on. The first is self-preservation – the will to survive. The second is tribal. We have an urge to belong, to be a part of a greater whole. But the third? The third is what counts, boy, above all things.
That is even harder to explain. The lioness would willingly give her life to save her cups. That is her way. But I have seen a woman risk her life for someone else’s child. The third instinct compels us to put aside thoughts of self-preservation for the sake of another life, or a principle, or a belief.”‘
– Kebra, to Conalin, Winter Warriors
‘I thought that anyone who smiled at me was a friend. Anyone who offered me food was a friend. The word had little real meaning. But true friendship is rarer than a white raven, and more valuable than a mountain of gold. And once you find it you realize there is no way to grade it. ‘
– Kebra, to Conalin, Winter Warriors