Once again he felt the now-familiar tingle on his skin, as when, just before a lightning strike, the air becomes electrically charged. - Stephen R. Lawhead

To behold Queen Gwenhwyvar and the Lady of the Lake together was to peer too long into the sun's brilliant dazzle, to feel the heart lurch in the breast for yearning, to have the words stolen from the tongue before the lips could speak them.

And I wondered if he knew how well, how naturally he led. Was it, in the end, so different leading men? Was it not much the same — picking out the trail, deciding the safest way, strengthening the unsure step with words of encouragement, guiding, going ahead, but not too far ahead — was not trailcraft much the same as kingcraft?

Great Light, the Enemy's power is so fragile! The devils can use only what we ourselves will give them. Do you see? Give them nothing and their power fails; it falls like a spent arrow, like a blade broken and blunted.