I've Always Said Fantasy Is

I Wish People Had Half The Honor Of Dragons.

Over The Millennia The Seed Of Stories Planted In The Fertile Soil Of Bits And Scraps Of Facts Was Watered By Wishes And Began To Take Root And Grow. Eventually, A Bountiful Fruit Of Rumors Burst Forth, To Be Spread On The Wind Of Whispers That Said We Hid A Fabled Hoard Of Gold. Nothing Could Convince The Believers That It Was Not True. The Truth Does Not Glitter For These People Like Gold Does.

Kahlan Stood Quietly In The Shadows, Watching, As Evil Knocked Softly On The Door.

Wizard's Seventh Rule Life Is The Future, Not The Past.

Everybody Knows It. Wizards Are Supposed To Have Beards. It's Common Knowledge.