“Voices of boys were by the river-side.Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.”

“Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.”

“A man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river                    but then he’s still leftwith the river. A man takes his sadness and throws it away                                                                        but then he’s still left with his hands.”

“Daughters could survive a powerful mother, but boys found it almost impossible. Such boys were often severely damaged and spent the rest of their lives running away from their mothers, or from anybody who remotely reminded them of their mothers; either that, or they became their mothers, in a desperate, misguided act of psychological self defence.”

“The sun's glow had given way to a brilliant twilight that colored the great mountains with violet and orange rivers.”

“The fanged shadows boiled out behind them, howling for blood, their voices creaking with the sound of snapping bones. The fallen of Hethor's own party seemed to be swept up in the pursuit, dead correct people on their trail, keening, crying, blaming. Rivers of red flowed rapidly across the stone dock in the twilight, slippery sticky blood overtaking their flight to make them trip and slide headfirst into stone bollards or pitch screaming into the sea.”