“How cold and foreign this city seemed, that even death could pass unnoticed.”

“... the city around us seemed colder than ever again, and I realised that even if it really had sensed something going on, it certainly didn't care. It moved forward again. I could feel it. I could almost hear it laugh and taste it. Close. Watching. Mocking. And it was cold, so cold, as it watched my sister bleeding at the back of our house.”

“Perhaps once one realised how deeply one could bond with a creature as foreign as a dragon, all forms of human love seemed more acceptable.”

“I could not see my own cold light, but I imagined it to be shimmering brightly, with Death looming close by. After such a dream, how could it not?”

“The dust that fell unnoted as a dew,Wrapped the dead city's face like mummy-cloth”

“A city is a strange place for dawn. The sun just can't seem to make any headway in the cold streets”