‘Eres holy sites burned through Tellan. They are too old to be resisted.’
‘You said their sanctity was born of death. Are they Hood’s, then?’
‘No. Hood did not exist when these were fashioned, Trull Sengar. Nor are they strictly death-aspected. Their power comes, as Monok Ochem said, from layers. Stone shaped into tools and weapons. Air shaped by throats. Minds that discovered, faint as flickering fires in the sky, the recognition of oblivion, of an end… to life, to love. Eyes that witnessed the struggle to survive, and saw with wonder it’s inevitable failure. To know and to understabd that we must all die, Trull Sengar, is not to worship death. To know and to understand is itself magic, for it made us stand tall.
Onrack the broken to Trull Sengar - House of Chains
