“The One is all things. He is the sun, yes. And the sunlight on the trees. And the earth, and the sky. He is the rain in the spring, the ice of winter. He is the fire, the stars at night. He is the thunder and the clouds, the wind and the sea. He is the stag, the wolf, the fox, the gargant.” Doroga put a broad hand on his chest. “He is me.” Then he reached out and touched Amara’s forehead with a finger. “And he is you.”
