And, as he put a name to the presence in his mind, something changed. Being struck by its awesome and awful enormity, the realization came to Raziel slowly. It was, of course, the tree at his back that Raziel was sensing. His grandfather had, at the time, seemed to be something solid and unmovable as a cliff face, but compared with this, he was just a leaf in late fall, holding its shape but crumbling at the lightest touch. He’d felt that type of thing from his grandfather when they practiced magic together and faintly from people further away. It was a presence, that much he was sure of. Touching? Raziel finally settled on sensing, but none of the words he could put to the sensation felt right. His grandfather had, at the time, seemed to be something solid and unmovable as a cliff face, but compared with th Even so, it was difficult to quantify what he was feeling.
I will ride on the Nightmare but she shall not ride on me.moreĮven so, it was difficult to quantify what he was feeling. We will rise to that mad infinite where there is neither up nor down, the high topsy-turveydom of the heavens. Woods and weeds are alike tugging at the roots in the rising tempest, as if all wished to fly with us over the moon, like that wild, amorous cow whose child was the Moon-Calf. I will ride on the Nightmare Therefore I see no wrong in riding with the Nightmare to-night she whinnies to me from the rocking tree-tops and the roaring wind I will catch her and ride her through the awful air. Therefore I see no wrong in riding with the Nightmare to-night she whinnies to me from the rocking tree-tops and the roaring wind I will catch her and ride her through the awful air.
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