Howling Dark (Sun Eater)

There are two sorts of men. One hears an order from his better and obeys. The other sees order in himself and obeys that. All men obey something, even if it is only themselves

Sad is like a big ocean, and you can’t breathe deep down. You can float on it, you can swim a little, but be careful. Grief is
drowning. Grief is deep water.

At once sharp as new experience, my memories retreated from me like votive lanterns to the skies.