The secret of alits is this: they are the poet sea.

I would prefer some kind of simulacrum if we are to be folded.

The clothes of the kissed knife are worn only by fools and Chimer.

Vivec knew that to retain his hysteria that he must make a strong argument against fire.

This is the love of God and he would show you more: incalculable but at the same time instrumental to the thought of twenty-cornered magic.

The Pilgrim is a secret and the hand of a secret. His only blasphemy is an invitation to calculate further.

Girls covet their thunder on my arrival if I am ghostly. They crawl to me as deep Chimer.

Vivec looked on a Duke of Scamps and said: 'How very constructed you are, that you do not mock us.'

The biting bird is the significance of faith. All heroes can be carefully desired.

The whispering knife will remove me, his hammer. This is the way of all teachings.

'Stupid door,' Vivec said. 'To dance in the Kissed Rapture is to make a mark on nothing.

Follow me of all the ALMSIVI if you are to mark your days with murdering. AE ALMSIVI, the third law of selfishness.

The netch breaks and you find it to be a nest of Grabbers, which is to say: your doubt is over.

For I have yet to learn how to refine my falsehood. My plot is accidentally shaped like a star.

He who is of right stature may shatter the mouth with only a sage.

Azura and Ayem are the wise scribs of tradition and Ayem is the buried star.

Stay great until you've slept in the underside, And say no elegies for the stabbing grave.

The biting egg is the implication of fear. All Landfalls can be mortally spoken.

Here is a death that can fold the fire's puzzle; here is another that can speak.

I am a Sermon drowned in mortality.

I cleave and am cleaved. I am made of bone and shadow and bruise and I accede my own precedent, world without am.

But then why, you ask, do the poets wish to meddle with the Temple of False Thinking? It is because they are the glorious delight, essential as all Altmer.

KYNRT AYEM AE LKHAN AE GHARTOK HERMA-MORA-ALTADOON SITHISIT RKHET AKHAT AE ALMSIVI.

The mantra of riddles is Ayem's domain. The erasure of the smoke is Seht's. I rule the hopeless rain.

There is a fourth kind of manticore that uses nothing but penumbras.

This scripture is directly ordered by the codes of Azura, the origin of faith and desire.

GHARTOK SHARMAT AE NIRN AE CHIM HOOM NIRN HOOM LKHAN AE CHIM.

This scripture is directly ordered by the codes of Boethiah, the origin of dream and knowledge.

For on that day, which is a Landfall of the primordial concept, all history is obliged to see me for what you are: in love with delight.

The mortal syllable of happenstance is this: (You must learn this elsewhere.)