As with all dwellings," she said, "of mortals and immortals both, it is the living that makes a house—not the doors, not the walls. - Tad Williams

The fear was all he had left, but even that was something—he was afraid, so he must be alive! There was darkness, but there was Simon, too! There were not one and the same. Not yet. Not quite...

Everyone at the Hayholt had seemed obsessed with the empty ritual of power, something Miriamele had lived with for so long that it held no interest for her. It was like watching a confusing game played by bad-tempered children.

There are no promises in life, Sludig, but it seems to me smarter to take fewer chances.