"Elspeth’s story is over," Ajani said. "Don’t you want to hear how it ends?"
Ajani awoke, his whole body a dull ache of pain. His blurred vision resolved into lantern-lit shadows flickering on an angled white ceiling. He was in a tent, at night, and its canvas flapped slightly against the breeze.
i don’t trust asexuals because their brains are not distracted by the matters of the flesh.
where is all that brain power going.
i bet it’s going to the overmind, where they are gathering strength to consolidate their hold over the world
you know too much.