fading fast...

"...and even now on some long-forgotten paths... behind the sky... on the other side of the rain...
a language could be heard that sounded like the chatter of water over stones, and the sighing of wind amongst bare branches, and the crackle of fire consuming dead leaves...
there she stood and held a little box... the colour of heartache... wearing a gown of storms, shadows and rain, and a necklace of broken promises and regrets..."


"But now he had glimpsed the wrong side of something. He had the eeriest feeling - as if the world were growing older around him, and the best part of existence - laughter, love and innocence - were slipping irrevocably into the past..."

"This is to be mortal and to seek the things beyond mortality..."

-from Susanna Clarke's "Jonathan Strange and Mr. Norrel"