You had grown and were strong and handsome; I was always in your shadow, with no light of my own and no one to discover me. - Angelina Muñiz-Huberman

Who holds sway, the gods or man? I couldn't pray to the gods because I was going to be impure, but man, the man who slowly climbed the stairs, filled me to overflowing

It happens that one day the children begin to draw, and everything that was missing in that narrow, enclosed world begins appearing on scraps of paper gathered from any corner. Red suns, houses with doors and windows with cheery curtains, smoking chimneys and roads bordered with flowers which lead to the house and tall trees in the background. Boys and girls who jump and play; even dogs and cats and birds and butterflies, especially butterflies. Great blue flowers stuck on the walls. Sunlight overflowing everywhere. But this is not tolerated. It is not possible to create light in a dark world. A smile is not permitted. The dragon brings total blackness.

They were but one page, one paragraph, one line, one word, one sound in history's great book of mix-ups. (p94)