from Chapter 1 - The Innocents
“It is said that should a people wither toward selfdom—should they know the world and turn away knowing, closing border and mind, to make a world only of their own—that after a time, he will come to unmake it. Some tales say he comes from the sky, others from the sea, still others from the igneous blood of the world which remains untouched during the cycling of Ages. In his wake, however, he leaves not a trace of those he consumes. He is effiat; the ontoclast; the nothingmaker. He does not simply eat. He uncreates. Their breaths he unbreathes. Their words he unsays. Their bodies he unbegets.
"Whomsoever he takes he tears from the Weave, leaving not their absence nor their void, but their entropy, the very gaping need of them, ragged in the itness, which can never again be fulfilled. And thus do the brokers of souls repossess what they consigned, not through extortion or murder, but through the annulment of genesis.”
Despite the horrors he breathed, Shard looked tenderly upon the faces of his companions, like a man who has scared his children only in the hope their fear might one day save them. None of them said a word, but returned his look pleadingly, begging him go on to the part of the story where all is made well again.
But Shard would not lie.