“
His faith pulsed around him, tangible and wavering like one small flame in a gale of wind.
He was at once convicted for his audacity and exalted for his discernment.
He felt the laws of nature being stretched apart at the seams, and he found a tantalizing thread of other in the void between them.
”
― The Paragon
― The Paragon
“
The voice, scraping as harsh from the scented darkness as sharp sword from soft scabbard, not surprisingly halted the traveler.
”
― Cyrion
― Cyrion
