The absolute, as I had finally been shown, does not need the accompaniment of pipes and drums. - Tanith Lee

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

Odd, how different different men’s fears could be.

There was strong music in the sky: the music of sunset. In the west, a wall of clear red amber through which the sun went blazing down. The remainder of the sky was smoky rose, a color like a perfume—musk. The earth had given up its tinctures. Heights and depths and long dunes were melting into the air.