Princess Llewella of Rebma

There is only one person that I can trust now and he is the last person in the world anyone would. I can trust him because I know what to expect.

I grow weary of subterfuge. I just hope that Creiddylad is able to find something in those scrolls that will make everything alright again.

Why Moire? Why did you pick now to leave, my sister, when I need you so? Only you know what I've been through because of this man, and you know that I cannot kill him. It's not that I love him. I don't. I hate him. He is not at all like his brother was. They look so much alike, you could never tell them apart. But he is twisted and evil and he hates me as much as I hate him.

Why must all men be like this? Wretched eels that slither about you trying to suck everything from you until there is no more.

He will never touch me again.

I enlisted the aid of Geraint in my latest project. I have heard unsettling news about mirrors in Amber and I have made a decision to create a trap.

Geraint will create the four obelisks and I will contact my daughters to retrieve what I need to make the magic work.

What the world above does not understand is that the world of shadows can only be controlled by light and a reflection can only be cast when there is light.

I wait now, vigilent. If he succeeds, I will be pleased.