“There was a discordant hum of human voices! There was a loud blast as of many trumpets! There was a harsh grating as of a thousand thunders! The fiery walls rushed back! An outstretched arm caught my own as I fell, fainting, into the abyss. It was that of General Lasalle. The French army had entered Toledo. The Inquisition was in the hands of its enemies.”
“That deep silence has a melody of its own, a sweetness unknown amid the harsh discords of the world's sounds.”
“Fiery the angels fell; deep thunder rolled around their shores; burning with the fires of Orc.”
“The humming of my parents' voices from behind my bedroom wall, which throughout my childhood had filled me with a sense of security, had now become a source of anxiety and panic.”
“The Winter Shifter army rushed toward their opponents at full speed. A unified roar thundered over the field.”
“It's only now, looking back, that I see how you patched through my walls, and entered my life, in waves.”