I said, “When you are on your deathbed, Erran, pray that you never meet me in the place you are going to.” - Tanith Lee

And Chuz lowered his eyes, his matchless eyes. He, magnificent, a Lord of Darkness, held in his arms now a mortal woman. As Azhrarn had discovered, that was like clasping the tides of the sea, the winds of heaven. How massively the mountains stand, while low to the ground the sand blows. The sand blows on and on. And then there are no mountains, none at all, the sand has kissed and whispered them away. And still, the sand blows on.

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

I began to feel lighthearted. Don’t ever do that; it tempts some dark and evil force abroad in the universe.