- - The hills have eyes; the hills have ears; the hills report back to the mountains, don't trust them
- The mountains are Old. They were here before us and will be here after us. They don't care for the whims of man, but they will return in blood the wrongs done to them
- Sometimes, when you walk far enough, the trees swallow up the sky and the light and everything else you may see. This is what they want. If you can't see you can't run
- You've learned better than to question the odd rules your parents insist you follow. You see the hollow eyes of your older classmates when they return from the woods after a life of being told not to wander too far. You wonder what they've seen; they won't tell you. It's probably for the best you don't know, anyways
