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“Most things in this world are obtainable, my sweets,” said Achak, turning to place a hand against the onyx wall beside them, Larkyra perched on his hip. “And those that aren’t . . . need only to be found through a door that will take you to another.”
Though it appeared like an adorable home of a grandmother, anyone with sense knew such innocence always masked a kaleidoscope of nefarious intentions.
When enough of something is lost in a society’s collective memory, the energy holding it in existence falls away, like water through a sieve, simply causing it to become No More. It’s pulled into a hole that swallows any realm, place, or thing that has been forgotten.”
“when you came here, I believed you to be my ruin, but in fact, it appears you’re to be my salvation.”
“The road to anything truly worth having is often steep, but think of the view when you get there.”
How could the simple act of stringing certain words together change the very shape of a soul?
