A surveyor at the Cartographer's Guild was found at his desk last winter with three blank pages in front of him and a sentence on the fourth: 'There is a place I cannot draw.' He retired the next day.

An old verse, recited by three unrelated singers in three towns the same week: 'Where the stone forgets its quarry, where the name forgets its mouth, where the wing forgets its weight, the throne remembers all.' Nobody knows who wrote it.

Helonor at the Whispering Stacks keeps a sealed shelf. She will not say what is on it. She has said, once, that it concerns 'the dragon Pell could not finish writing.' She will not say it twice.

Disadvantage on his rolls (honest Old Tongue)

No conventional vulnerability — the whole point

I have tried to write this entry six times. I will try once more. Vraxis was here before the chronicle. He was here before the kingdoms whose ruin the chronicle was first kept to record. He was here, the Old Tongue suggests, before the language that names him was a language. He does not appear on the standard map because the standard map was drawn by people who had not been told. The amphitheater under the unnamed place is older than the stone it is cut from, which is a sentence I do not understand and will not strike out. He may be dying. He may have been dying for a very long time. He may not require killing at all. I am setting down my pen for a moment. I will come back to this.

Vraxis, the Unwritten

First, Hearthhold