Matt Leaman

“A dozen candles burned themselves to death on the shelf before me. Each of my breaths made them tremble. To them, I was a behemoth, to frighten and destroy. And yet, if I strayed too close, they could destroy me. My invisible breath, the pulses of life that flowed in and out, could end them freely; while my fingers could not do the same without being repaid in pain.”
― Brandon Sanderson, The Way of Kings

“I weep a river of tears for your plight, mortal.”
― Steven Erikson, Memories of Ice