“...he felt God the same way arthritic monks felt rain coming in their joints. He felt only a hint of him.”
“I felt the same way the world felt about Kurtis; It revolved around him.”
“Fang felt a cold jolt, then dismissed it. Max wasn’t dead. He would know, somehow. He would have felt it. The world still felt the same to him; therefore, Max was still in it.”
“Was he an animal, that music could move him so? He felt as if the way to the unknown nourishment he longed for were coming to light.”
“Running to catch up, feeling like he was in a constant state of chasing a shadow, he felt a drop of rain hit him square on the back of the neck. The weight of it so heavy it felt like a rock.”
“I felt like poisoning a monk.”