"And that is one curious beauty about Truth: she is as a prism of diamond.
All of her facets reflect severally, yet each side is as honest as the other. It is where you stand and observe that affects reckoning."
~
Aisles of the Secret Dungeons,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
There was still a great way down the straight corridor leading to the cell wherein Imogen awaited.
Just as Jaycob Israel strode, he realised that there was no more the sound of silence. The hair upon his arms stood upright as wheat fields when he felt the presence of a breathing person standing behind him in the darkness.
For a pulsing moment, Jaycob was thankful for the hood that covered his head, be-cause his countenance required the concealment at that present circumstance.
