He had never seen such a creature, breathing white ice fire, its scales pale blue and black, the ground cracking with frost wherever its clawed feet fell.
- Folk & Fairy Tales of Azeroth
"Many years from now, on a broken field blazing like fire. You will think of me, and I hope the memory will bring you comfort." Her wavering smile vanished, and she clutched the pendant around her neck. "Though I fear it will not."
- Folk & Fairy Tales of Azeroth
the bard had darting quixotic eyes and a mop of hair that seemed sometimes blue and sometimes black. His face was gaunt, not ugly but severe, the flesh clinging dearly to his bones. Garbed in hose and vest, he stared intently at Uther,