“Two warriors with their faces in their hands. Sarai, watching them, could see that everything would be better if the faces and hands were to simply…switch places. That is, if Azareen were told hold Eril-Fane while he held her.
How anguished they both were, and how still and quiet and determined to suffer alone. From Sarai’s vantage point, she beheld two private pools of suffering so close together they were nearly adjacent—like the connecting rooms with the shut door between them. Why not open the door, and open their arms, and close them again around each other? Did they not understand how, in the strange chemistry of human emotion, his suffering and hers, mingled together, could…countervail each other?”
- Sarai, Strange the Dreamer














