“To Dwy-Hor. And beyond. Their hypernatural vigour filled the air with wooden creaks, branches swaying, leaves rustling, the slow talk of unimaginably ancient things. Lurien tried to follow just a measure of their song. The motifs were hauntingly strange, a long sequence of decrescendos designed to arouse feelings he did not possess and suggest metaphors he could not frame.”
―
David Guymer,
The Court of the Blind King
