He did not think he knew. There was present the contradiction that Oliver Patrick seemed to embody. That contradiction, perhaps, allowed him to hold more constantly in that world of the immaterial than anyone else.
Volguard clutched at the wall, involuntarily gritting his teeth. He didn't like it. Even to think about it, he only had one word. "Hogwash," he said aloud, involuntarily. Verdant merely smiled at the statement, as if to say that he very well agreed.
Chapter 12 – Where the Dragon Lies
"SWING!"
"SWING!"
"SWING!"
There was called into the air the melodious rhythm of command, one after the other, and together, a thousand men beat their swords. They'd been at it for the best part of an hour, and for once, not a single one of them seemed to be flagging.
