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354 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published January 1, 1992
"It is sacrifice that gives power, you see, Saraleh," the old man whispered. "Not death, but the willingness to give up everything, to burn the future to ashes, and all that it could have been, and to let it go. That is what they did not and could not understand, wanting power only for what it could give to them. That is what raises the great power from the earth and the air and the leys beneath the ground, that thunderclap of power that went forth; that is why he conquered." (341)
"When I came here," he said quietly, "it was because I couldn't imagine anything worse than a world where magic no longer existed. But I've seen . . ." He coughed again, pressing his hand to his side. "I've seen what is worse--a world where even the concept that other human beings are as human as you are is disappearing . . . and I see now, too, that this--this kind of lie--is what was starting in my own world, was being used like a weapon for whoever cared to wield it. That is how it starts . . ." (342)
Rhion knew . . . [that] Power lay in him like a fist of light, sleeping in the core of pain that lay at the center of his being. He could open that fist, and the power would radiate forth from his hands . . .
If he was willing to do it. But he knew what it would mean.
It would mean taking responsibility for this ragtag of mages who had gathered here. It would mean putting himself against the might of the Cult of the Veiled God, and against the men who found it increasingly convenient to use its lies. It would mean enduring what that responsibility, that leadership, would cost.
The power was in him, willed to him by those murdered Kabbalists, by the gypsy woman whose body he'd seen, by the old runemasters and young psychics, and even by the darkly grinning Poincelles--fragments of power that could never have been power in the world to which it had been born, fused now in darkness and in light.
But to use that power . . .
Dying would be easier. And no one could say he hadn't earned that right. (352)