It was a peculiar threat. One would not have thought that it could make the air so frigid with cold. It was a mournful recognition of what anger was likely to do to a man, but it was also a firm declaration that he would not turn away from it.
Verdant saw in it a depth that he had not expected. Gazing at Oliver, at times, he felt as though he was looking in the God's Eye – a place that he often saw in his dreams. A lake as broad as the horizon, infinitely dark, always present at night. Even when he would swim in its depths, the surface would never ripple, it would merely continue to reflect the stars and planets of the night sky as clearly as a mirror.
