Sailing to Sarantium (The Sarantine Mosaic, #1)

by Guy Gavriel Kay

It was so strange to realize how it was only at this brink of the chasm, threshold of the dark or the god’s holy Light, that one could grasp and accept one’s own heart’s yearning for more of the world. For life.

Some situations required a sense of self-preservation. He was, alas, deficient in this regard.

“Nothing, love. A memory.” “Why is a memory nothing?”

You moved through time and things were left behind and yet stayed with you.