They did not distract me so much as serve as a reminder that I was not alone, despite my growing fear of solitude in a world I only now began to realize I never understood. Combined with the Kardosian Codex, the Bone Grimoire offered me a surprising new perspective on the continuum of life and death. Though I pored over the combined texts, I had still only barely glimpsed the truth. What I had previously perceived in stark terms of darkness and light, I now saw as the nadir and acme of all energies in the universe, extremes between which all truths lay. Compared with such pure ideas, the exotic sights, smells, and sounds of Kaer Maga were nuisances—even the voices of my companions. “To the Shoanti, we’re all tshamek,” Kline was saying. As we walked through the noisy avenues of the Bottoms, he prepared the others for our meeting with the oracle. “That means ‘outsider,’ but not in a good way.” “What’s the good way to be an outsider?” said Radovan.
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