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1 " There will be a feasting tonight,” said Malu, trying to lighten the atmosphere. “We can discuss your request then.” “That’s not necessary,” said Flor. “But it is,” the lemur argued. “You see, we can welcome you either as enemies or as guests. There will be a feasting either way. "
― Alan Dean Foster , The Hour of the Gate (Spellsinger, #2)
2 " There are few drugs, Clothahump mused, that can numb both the heart and the mind. Among them grief is the most powerful. "
3 " It wasn’t the thought of death or the failure of their mission that troubled him as he sat there and played. It was a fear of personal failure, a fear that had haunted him since he’d been a child. It was the fear which had driven him to pursue two different careers without being able to choose between them. And though he didn’t realize it, it was the fear which had driven more men and women to greatness than far more rational motivations… . "
4 " WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!” roared a voice that could raise a sunspot. The remaining stones of the wall trembled, as did the cells of those still standing atop it. “WHAT HAVE YOU WROUGHT, LITTLE HUMAN!” “I…” Jon-Tom could only gape. He had not materialized the plane he’d wished for or the eagle he’d sung to. He had called up something best left undisturbed, interrupted a journey measurable in billions of years. It was all he could do to gaze back into those vast, infinite eyes, as M’nemaxa, barely touching the melting rock, fanned thermonuclear wings and glared down at him. “I’m sorry,” he Finally managed to gasp out, “I was only trying…” “LOOK TO MY BACK!” bellowed the sun horse. "