Love is lust made meaningful. Hope is hunger made human.

“Masses of warring men animated the horizon, crashing into stubborn ranks, churn…”

“Achamian tossed his hands skyward in dismay. “Foolish boy! How many faiths are …”

“Hoga Gothyelk no longer felt anger, not truly -- only varieties of sorrow.”

“Nigdy nie uważał, że „czyta” książki. Język był w tym wypadku równie zdradzieck…”