“No mortal man could frighten him, no more than the darkness could, nor the bones of his soul, the grey and grisly bones of his soul.”
“She was bone of his bone and flesh of his flesh. She was his soul mate and his wife, and all he wanted was to bring her joy. He was consumed by his adoration of her.”
“Could a man's heart, his soul, perish and yet leave him walking and talking as if alive?”
“All the rest of the world could only kill or devastate my mind and body. Bones alone held the power to demolish my soul.”
“The man had no more romance in his soul than a codfish”
“Then he heard a terrible cry that pulled at his insides, that expressed agony of a kind that neither flame nor curse could cause, and he stood up, swaying, more frightened than he had been that day, more frightened, perhaps, than he had been in his whole life...”