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380 pages, Kindle Edition
First published March 1, 2020
“The Rite of Revelation was such an important event for a parent, but would a parent really love their child less based on the color of their eyes? Love is not a calculated result of features and faults. Love is the unseen thread binding two souls together no matter the externalities.”
“It doesn’t matter how beautiful the wall is if the garden inside is dying. No one can live like that forever.”
"Sacrifice is core of parenthood. But while others were sacrificing time or wealth, Chrys had sacrificed a memory. An irreconcilable sacrifice. And, somehow, Chrys knew deep in his heart that it was nothing compared to the sacrifices he would have to make in the future."
“Good men do what must be done, even if it is dark.”
“Friends do things they don’t have to all the time. It is the gulf that divides acquaintance and friendship.”
“The only flames that are remembered are the one that burn the world.”
“Wishing. Hoping. They are dangerous words. If you hope for something to be true and it is not, that realization can break you. But until then, while that belief runs warm in your blood, it can drive you to do amazing things.”
“Love is not a calculated result of features and faults. Love is the unseen thread binding two souls together no matter the externalities.”
“Chrys, it doesn’t matter how beautiful the wall is if the garden inside is dying. No one can live like that forever.”
“Some wives are trophies, some are burdens, but others are the very heartbeat of a man, so beautifully harmonized that without her the man would fade to naught.”
“Life itself is a flame. Fickle as any. Some burn brightly and die swiftly. Some burn dimly and live far past their need. In the end, all flames die.”
Mmmm.
Mmmm, the voice spoke to him.
Mmmm.
Mmmm.
Mmmm.
Mmmm.
Mmmm, it said.
Mmmm.
Mmmm. He will lead you to her. Let me out and I will kill them all.
Mmmm. Let me out! I can protect you!
Mmmm.
Mmmm, the Apogee whispered.
Mmmm. Let me help!
Mmmm.
Mmmm. I can be quite convincing. Let me speak to her.
Mmmm. I can help.
Mmmm.
Mmmm.
Mmmm. You remember.
Mmmm. You are not alone.
Mmmm.
Mmmm.
They had information about when and where they were born, relatives, education, jobs, likes and dislikes, and myriad other seemingly mundane notes about their life.
. . .
Limbs sprouted forth every which way, fighting and clashing with their myriad neighbors, creating a curtain of darkness overhead that draped the ground in shadow.
. . .
He stood with his hands behind his back, straight-backed and strong, despite the myriad bruises.
. . .
The structure was large and white with a myriad of pink and red flowers blooming across its surface.
. . .
Chrys’ eyes were cold, a myriad of emotions stewing in their depths.
. . .
He stopped filtering out the myriad threads and stood in awe at the beauty of it.
. . .
Alverax looked around at each of the faces in the crowd and cowered as he saw the myriad forms of evil garnishing their faces.