Sigurðr

“I stand on the terrible threshold and I see the end and the beginning in each others’ arms”
― Stanley Kunitz

“She lost him to light the color of the full moon, of the froth on top of a wave, of a burial shroud.”
― John Langan, The Fisherman

“I am Revan reborn. And before me you are nothing.”
― Drew Karpyshyn, Revan

“He looked at the little maiden, and she looked at him; and he felt that he was melting away, but he still managed to keep himself erect, shouldering his gun bravely.
A door was suddenly opened, the draught caught the little dancer and she fluttered like a sylph, straight into the fire, to the soldier, blazed up and was gone!
By this time the soldier was reduced to a mere lump, and when the maid took away the ashes next morning she found him, in the shape of a small tin heart. All that was left of the dancer was her spangle, and that was burnt as black as a coal.”
― Hans Christian Andersen, The Steadfast Tin Soldier