There were clear class divisions among the protestors: the upper-class ones stood back and gave the orders, while the lower-class ones did the actual… - Genevieve Cogman

Nothing lasts," he said, his voice guttural with age and remembered pain. "Neither knowledge, nor skill, nor family, nor the bond between master and student. In another thousand years I will be gone. And in time you both will pass as well, and this place will be dust. For all that we pride ourselves on our power and our length of years, Prince Kai, ultimately dragons too are as fleeting as fireflies. There was a time when we never existed; there will also come a time when nobody will remember us. War changes to peace. But, ultimately, peace collapses into war and the cycle continues."
"I've told you before, sir, you will be remembered as long as my fathers kingdom lasts." Shan Yuan spoke with affection, clearly repeating an old reassurance.
"That's not as reassuring as you might think.

The room on the other side was elegant and gracious, even in the moonlight that slanted in through the long rectangular windows. It breathed with the scent of old books and wax polish: the dark volumes that filled the shelves promised countless secrets, and Irene itched just to reach out and touch them.

We shouldn’t be playing politics. We should be focusing on what’s important.