And worse, there was the music. He didn’t know what it was, but it seemed to come from far, far off. It called to him, but not in a pleasant way – it had an urgency that sped his heart and made his blood burn.

Sometimes that which is most precious can be found where you would least expect to.

Perhaps this was what Queens did. Perhaps they held their Kings in the darkness, deep within their castles and allowed them that moment of weakness they could never show to anyone else. Perhaps they gave strength to their Kings, because everyone else only took it from them.

They howled again, and Loghain raise his voice even further. ‘Your prince is not here! But when he returns to us, we shall hand to him his stolen throne! Here at the River Dane is where the Dragon Age begins, my friends! Today they will hear us roar!

Tell yourself the stories you need to tell. But don’t be fooled by them. Never live your own lies.

It wouldn’t be a Dragon Age game without ugly mage hats.

-Nie jestem aż tak dobrym człowiekiem.Fiona prychnęła pogardliwie.-Tylko dobry człowiek mógłby to powiedzieć

Well, it’s no wonder you nearly managed to freeze to death the way you spend all your energy moving your mouth.

I see you're not dead." Duncan couldn't be sure from the man's tone if he was pleased or disappointed. Mostly he sounded annoyed."Good to see you, too, Loghain," Maric chuckled tiredly.

You are the light of my life and I believe in you.