Would you build a house on top of shifting sand, Saeris Fane? Willingly? Knowing that it will come crashing down around your ears?” If he had used any other analogy, literally any other, I wouldn’t have had any qualms about ignoring him. But he had used that one, and it tore at a buried hurt deep inside me that still woke me, sweating, from my dreams sometimes. Did he know somehow? About my father? No, he couldn’t have.
