Iโll tell you now. That silence almost beat me. Itโs the silence that scares me. Itโs the blank page on which I can write my own fears. The spirits of the dead have nothing on it. The dead one tried to show me hell, but it was a pale imitation of the horror I can paint on the darkness in a quiet moment.
Mark LawrenceWeโre built of contradictions, all of us. Itโs those opposing forces that give us strength, like an arch, each block pressing the next. Give me a man whose parts are all aligned in agreement and Iโll show you madness. We walk a narrow path, insanity to each side. A man without contradictions to balance him will soon veer off.
Mark Lawrence