It was as easy to be alone with six kin as it is to be alone by yourself, and maybe easier. - Tanith Lee

He walked up to the high roof where the beacon was lit at night to jog the gods’ amnesia.

Somewhere in me was a rod of steel to which I clung. I’d had a vision, as good as any vision given to any poet, sage, or prophet in the past. I wasn’t elated, I wasn’t confident even, but somehow, I knew, and with the end of doubt had come the death of despair.

They say the promise of a witch is like a plain woman, seldom remembered.