Astor Quotes

“Over time, it is all too common for people to lose touch with their heritage, as the thrill and immediacy of the present crowds out the echoes and lessons of the past. It would be a shame if that were to happen with respect to the fur trade. It is a seminal part of who we are as a nation, and how we came to be.”
― Eric Jay Dolin, Fur, Fortune, and Empire: The Epic History of the Fur Trade in America

“Before Marco could respond, the low hum of the backup systems faltered, flickering off momentarily, plunging the cafeteria into silence. The crowd froze, and then the red emergency lights flared back on, dimmer than before. A wave of unease rippled through the room.

“What now?” Marco muttered, his hand brushing the edge of the table as if for support.

Then the voice came.

It was faint at first, a whisper carried on an invisible wind. But it grew quickly, overlapping into a cacophony of fragmented words and phrases, echoing from every direction.

“Too many… too much…”

“Falling… the stars… no, no, no…”

“I can’t… hold… where… where are you…?”

The cafeteria erupted into chaos. People clutched their heads or dropped to their knees, covering their ears as if trying to block out the sound. Some screamed, others whimpered, and a few simply stood frozen, wide-eyed and pale.

Marco turned to Berta, shouting over the noise. “What’s going on? Is this the Logista? Is it them?”

Berta didn’t answer, her gaze fixed on the center of the room. She wasn’t sure what she was looking for, but something about the voice sent a chill down her spine.

Then, with a sound like distant thunder, the echoes ceased.

The room fell silent, save for the sound of ragged breathing and muffled sobs. The crowd stood motionless, their eyes darting around, waiting for something else to happen.

And then it did.

A flash of light burst into existence at the center of the room, so bright it forced everyone to shield their eyes. When it subsided, a figure lay crumpled on the floor, smoke rising faintly from their form.

Marco’s breath caught. “Ereban?”
― Kevin Lacoste, The Spiral Book: The Five Humans: A Science Fantasy Epic