| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 19 | 129 | "View more quotes about hear">Hear, dull-witted scion of the Caste of Warriors," he said, "my friends are more important to me than even my songs". |
| 19 | 130 | I tried to be light. |
| 19 | 131 | I feigned skepticism. |
| 19 | 132 | "Are you truly of the Caste of Poets?" "Never more truly than now," said Andreas, "for how could my songs be more important than the things they celebrate?" I marveled that he had said this, for I knew that the young Andreas of Tor might have given his arm or years of his life for what might be a true song, one worthy of what he had seen and felt and cared for. |
| 19 | 133 | "Linna needs you," I said. |
| 19 | 134 | "Seek her out". |
| 19 | 135 | Andreas of the Caste of Poets stood in torment before me, agony in his eyes. |