“I, who heeded no one, who had charred the halls of the Banished, who sailed the skies and plundered the ground, was being made to sit docilely and recieve instruction. My blood roared with fury, while my heart tore with confliction. But my head spoke softly. It reminded me that I had come by my own decision. Had she been an ordinary soft-skin, I would have chosen differently. But a power and mystery surrounded her, and it had lurred me to the crags.” – Emily Kinney, author of The Island of Lote