| Chapter # | Sentence # | Quote |
|---|---|---|
| 2 | 120 | It would be View more quotes about poor">poor atonement, but might it not do? I lifted my head and stood in the falling snow. |
| 2 | 121 | It seemed, for a moment, I heard the cries of rushing men, the clash of blades, the screams of tarns. |
| 2 | 122 | "Ho!" I cried. |
| 2 | 123 | "Tal, Noble Foes! I greet you! I am Tarl Cabot, commander of the cavalry of Lord Temmu. |
| 2 | 124 | Did you seek me? Have you forgotten me? Behold! I am here! I greet you! I await you!" There was only silence. |
| 2 | 125 | A wind thrust clouds to the west, and the landscape lay a pale yellow about me. |
| 2 | 126 | I could sense the tarn behind me, some feet to my right. |