Jules Vorse

“Each of us is indeed alone.”
― Marcel Proust, The Guermantes Way

“Some twenty-five miles to the north, the army of Bala was making progress as fast as it could towards the Coe Mountains. When the thunderous noise of the destruction in the Pass of Ing reached them, they turned to see the pass erupting like an angry volcano. The flames, even at this distance, were terrifying and shock was etched on every face as each man considered the defiant bravery of the day before, a bravery that could have had them consumed by withering fire.
Robert Reid – White Light Red Fire”
― Robert Reid, White Light Red Fire

“Even with all this power, it comes down to the same old things. Connections, money, influence.”
― Alan Bradley, The Sixth Borough

“She was aware of how much she was degrading herself. Yet at the same time, she had no motivation to care.”
― Cade Mengler, The Companions