Gods Of The Wyrdwood Quotes

Sometimes it took the harshest of lights for someone to see clearly. That light had shone upon him. He had come through the darkness of the night and seen the truth of himself. He had run all his life from what he was, what he could be. And sometimes you must stop running. Realise it was not what you were, but who you could be.

Close your eyes, take a breath. The forest came to life around him. Feeling each and every tendril of life: gasmaws floating in the canopy, the bladderweeds and floatvine plants climbing through the branches, histi and burrowers beneath the ground, the sheer and almost unbearable weight of the life around him. Behind that the massive, slow and heavy life force of the trees, and underpinning it the vast and delicate web of the fungal mats that touched upon everything on Crua. For a brief moment Cahan knew the terrifying, undeniable interconnectedness of it all. He saw it not as material, not as flesh or wood or anything solid. He saw it as light. Streamers of it, light of every colour, some light blinding some light dark, existing in ways he had no words for, and all of it a flow. He only needed to reach into this man to become a part of it.

it was as if the great forest called to him in a voice he could not deny and

When the screaming started she cursed all the gods