"The greatest griefs are those we cause ourselves." - Sophocles

“I wept for a time, but simple weeping seemed too light and innocuous for the overwhelming grief that tore at my heart.

My despair needed a greater outlet.

I went falcon and thrust myself blindly into the air.

Birds of prey do not often scream at night, but I had more than enough reason to scream on that particular occasion.

And so my screams of grief and despair trailed behind me across the dark forest of northern Wacune and on up among the peaks of the Sendarian mountains, where my desolate cries echoed back from the eternal rocks and seared the surface of every glacier inching down every mountain.”

- “Polgara The Sorceress” by David and Leigh Eddings