See also Belar, Chaldan, Eriond, Issa, Mara, Nedra, Torak, and UL.

"'I charge thee, Sir Knight, to care for this tree. It hath grown here to renew thy faith and trust. Thy debt to it must be paid with tender and loving attention to its needs. In time it will bear fruit, and thou wilt gather the fruit and give it freely to any who ask it of thee. For thy soul's sake, thou wilt refuse none, no matter how humble. As the tree gives freely, so shalt thou.'" (Belgarath, QoS, Part One (Arendia), Chapter Ten).

See also Aldur, Chaldan, Eriond, Issa, Mara, Nedra, Torak, and UL.

"Princess Ce'Nedra had been riding beside Aunt Pol, her tiny face troubled. 'How can you stand him, Lady Polgara?' she burst out finally. 'He's so ugly.'
'Who's that, dear?'
'That awful dwarf.'
'Uncle Beldin?' Aunt Pol looked mildly surprised. 'He's always been like that. You have to get to know him, that's all.'
'But he says such terrible things to you.'
'It's the way he hides his real feelings,' Aunt Pol explained. 'He's a very gentle person, really, but people don't expect that - coming from him. When he was a child, his people drove him out because he was so deformed and hideous. When he finally came to the Vale, our Master saw past the ugliness to the beauty in his mind.'" (QoS, Part Three (Ulgo), Chapter Thirteen).

"I don't think any of us have ever given full credit to the twins for their patient centuries of labor. That pair of gentle Alorn shepherds have been so vital to what the rest of us have done that in a rather special way, they've been our guides. We run around the world in response to what they discover. The Necessity usually doesn't bother to talk to us. It talks to the twins instead. They've worn out six or eight copies of the Mrin and the Darine over the years, and the Gods know that I wouldn't have had that kind of patience, and neither would Beldin. To this very day, if the twins told me to jump, I'd be about four feet up in the air before I even bothered to ask 'Which way?' That's probably what Aldur had in mind when he first sent for them. The Master's at least as much a slave to the Necessity as the rest of us are. That's why we're all here, I guess." (BtS, Part Six (Garion), Chapter Forty-Nine).

"In the name of Belar I defy thee, Torak. In the name of Aldur I cast my despite in thy teeth. Let the bloodshed be abated, and I will meet thee to decide the battle. I am Brand, Warder of Riva. Meet me or take thy stinking host away and come no more against the kingdoms of the West." (QoS, Prologue)

"A bronze door at the back of the garden slammed open, and a tiny girl with flaming hair stormed through, her eyes ablaze. At first Garion thought she was a child, but as she came closer, he realized that she was somewhat older than that. Although she was very small, the short, sleeveless green tunic she wore displayed limbs that were much closer to maturity. He felt a peculiar kind of shock when he saw her - almost, but not quite, like recognition. Her hair was a tumbled mass with long, elaborate curls cascading down over her neck and shoulders, and it was a color that Garion had never seen before, a deep, burnished red that seemed somehow to glow from within. Her skin was a golden color that seemed, as she swept through the shadows of the trees near the gate, to have an almost greenish cast to it. She was in a state verging on sheer rage." (QoS, Part Two (Tolnedra), Chapter Sixteen).

See also Aldur, Belar, Eriond, Issa, Mara, Nedra, Torak, and UL.

"Have you talked with the Thulls about this?" Silk asked.
Drosta snorted with contempt. "What's the point? I've tried to explain this to King Gethell, but talking to him is like talking to a pile of manure. The Thulls are so afraid of the Grolims that all you have to do is mention Torak's name and they go all to pieces. Gethell's a Thull through and through. There's nothing between his ears but sand." (EEG, Part One (Gar og Nadrak), Chapter Five).

"The people who followed Gorim came with him to Prolgu. There they built a city. The Spirit of UL was with them, and they dwelt in peace with the creatures who had sustained Gorim. Gorim lived for many lifetimes; and after him, each High Priest of UL was named Gorim and lived to a great age. For a thousand years, the peace of UL was with them, and they believed it would last forever." (MG, Prologue).

See also Aldur, Belar, Chaldan, Eriond, Mara, Nedra, Torak, and UL.

"He was a young man dressed in yellow hose and a bright red jerkin. His fur-lined cloak was tossed back, and he had a long, curved bow slung over one shoulder and a well-sheathed sword at his opposite hip. His reddish-gold hair fell smoothly down his back from beneath a pointed cap with a feather rising from it. Although his song was grim and he sang it in a voice throbbing with passion, there was about his youthful face a kind of friendly openness that no amount of scowling could erase." (QoS, Part One (Arendia), Chapter One).

"'Your friend shows a remarkable lack of good sense,' Silk observed to Mister Wolf, wiping the rain from his face. 'Those things will turn on him any second now.'
'It probably hasn't occurred to him that he's in any danger,' Wolf replied. 'He's a Mimbrate, and they tend to think they're invincible.'" (QoS, Part One (Arendia), Chapter Six).

"Sir Mandorallen, Baron of Vo Mandor, was a man of slightly more than medium height. His hair was black and curly, his eyes were deep blue, and he had a resonant voice in which he expressed firmly held opinions. Garion did not like him. The knight's towering self-confidence, an egotism so pure that there was a kind of innocence about it, seemed to confirm the worst of Lelldorin's dark pronouncements about Mimbrates; and Mandorallen's extravagant courtesy to Aunt Pol struck Garion as beyond the bounds of proper civility." (QoS, Part One (Arendia), Chapter Seven).

See also Aldur, Belar, Chaldan, Eriond, Issa, Nedra, Torak, and UL.

See also Aldur, Belar, Chaldan, Eriond, Issa, Mara, Torak, and UL.

"'Why do we need this blind mole, Belgarath?' Barak asked. 'He's just going to be an aggravation to us. I've noticed that men who spend all their time congratulating themselves on their sanctity tend to be very poor companions, and what can this one do that I can't?'
Relg looked at the red-bearded giant with disdain. 'Big men with big mouths seldom have big brains,' he said. 'Watch closely, hairy one.' He walked over to the sloping wall of the chamber. 'Can you do this?' he asked and slowly pushed his hand directly into the rock as if he were sinking it into water." (MG, Part Three (Ulgo), Chapter Seventeen).

"A steady stream of grim-faced Murgo soldiers marched eight abreast into the makeshift fair to the cadenced beat of great drums. In their midst, astride a black horse and under a flapping black banner, rode Taur Urgas. He was a tall man with heavy, sloping shoulders and an angular, merciless face. The thick links of his mail shirt had been dipped in molten red gold, making it almost appear as if he were covered with blood." (MG, Part Four (Cthol Murgos), Chapter Twenty-One).

See also Aldur, Belar, Chaldan, Eriond, Issa, Mara, Nedra, and UL.

See also Aldur, Belar, Chaldan, Eriond, Issa, Mara, Nedra, and Torak.

"The door opened, and a young lady of perhaps nineteen or twenty came in. Her hair was the color of honey, her eyes were a warm, golden brown, and she wore a plain-looking gray dress. Her expression was serious, but there was just the hint of a dimple in each of her cheeks. 'Uncle,' she said, and her voice had a kind of vibrancy about it that made it almost irresistibly compelling." (GotW, Part One (The Vale of Aldur), Chapter Seven).

"Yarblek was sitting cross-legged on the carpeting at the back of the tent, with a large black keg conveniently beside him. 'Come in. Come in,' he said brusquely. 'Close the flap. You're letting out all the heat.'
'This is Yarblek,' Silk said by way of introduction, 'an adequate merchant and a notorious drunkard. We've known each other for a long time now.'
'My tent is yours.' Yarblek hiccuped indifferently. 'It's not much of a tent, but it's yours anyway. There are cups over there in that pile of things by my saddle - some of them are even clean. Let's all have a drink.'" (MG, Part Four (Cthol Murgos), Chapter Twenty-One).

"'Zakath, dread Emperor of boundless Mallorea, was a man of medium height with glossy black hair and a pale, olive-tinged complexion. His features were regular, even handsome, but his eyes were haunted by a profound melancholy. He appeared to be about thirty-five years old, and he wore a plain linen robe with no ornament or decoration upon it to indicate his exalted rank." (EEG, Part Two (Mishrak ac Thull), Chapter Eighteen).