Out of nowhere, Valek appeared before me, yelling in my ear, shaking my shoulders. Stupidly, belatedly, I realized he was the drunk. Who else but Valek could win a fight against four large men when armed only with a beer mug?

I peered deeper and found my soul. A little tattered and with some holes, but there all the same. It had always been there, I realized with shock.

Here we go. Kerrick was as subtle as a thunderstorm.

The heart is a strange beast and not ruled by logic.

Only Valek would consider an attempt on my life a fascinating diversion.

With a touch of sarcasm. "Glass is an amazing material. Versatile.

I feel an extremely annoyed thunderstorm nearby," Kade warned. "Actually, I'm the one annoyed. The thunderstorm could go either way." - Storm Glass