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That glowing ball of emotions and experiences that was himself had shattered into a thousand shards, not icy cold like death but molten with the heat of life.
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He breathed deeply, gaze back on the mountains beyond. They were a reflection of his own life, the ups and downs, the hard rock, the cold snow and the odd smattering of green goodness.
He stood on the brink of some bottomless chasm, or was it a roofless sky?
had he danced last night? He thought he may have, repressing a shudder at the thought.
He and Handir had gone from cold indifference, spite even, to a stilted impasse in which warmer feelings were slowly growing, as surely as the need to hide them.
Fel’annár wanted to laugh, but instead, he passed out.
I never thought I would say this, but I am glad you exist.
When you are born next to a sun, your own light is lost.
“Have you slept at all?” he asked. “Yes.” “Are you hungry?” “Yes.” “Have you seen Llyniel?” “Yes.” He scowled, frustrated at her monosyllabic responses. “Is that it?” “Yes.”
Handir’s eyes were hard, voice soft.
But Thargodén’s pleas were like oil for the fires in Band’orán’s eyes.
They ran for their lives, but if they had had a choice, they would have run away from him.
