The sacred idiom shorn of its referents and so of its reality.

“Things separate from their stories have no meaning. They are only shapes. Of a …”

“He imagined that in his estate of eternal night he might somehow have already h…”

“Freeze this frame. Now call down your dark and your cold and be damned.”

“He'd stepped on something. He took a step back and knelt and parted the grass w…”