“I am a Westerner raised in the East, and in the West you are…” He knew he had to choose his words carefully, but then De Lhandes finished the thought for him. “A small, ugly man in a world of large, beautiful people.” “We are both forever on the outside looking in,” Nicholai said. “So we can either stand on the periphery of their world, always looking in, or we can create our own.” “Create our own world?” De Lhandes scoffed.
