" All he could see was a dark king enthroned, surrounded by a lurid indigo light that hurt the eyes. The king held a sword in his hand. Suspended above his head, rather than resting upon it, was a tall crown that entitled a strong golden radiance. There was power in this man, but he seemed evil. Shan thought his face looked as if it was made of frozen lightning.

Is this a true king? Shan thought. Am I to conquer him? Or is it my king? Is he part of myself? "

― Storm Constantine , The Crown of Silence (The Chronicles of Magravandias, #2)