'Andela stroke the cat over its striped back and sighed somewhat.
She had gazed out over Reshtaar and Moretaar too many times, but there was something with the two mountain chains that pulled at her. The Jaws and The Cleaves protected the island Reani’rion between their sharp peaks and inhospitable gorges, and guided the river Mellene around it. It was comforting to look at the beautiful nature, but even more important calming to feel its incomprehensible strength.' From a book I have had in mind for a while now. Andela and Liam, and even Reen (for those who remember him) will have a place in this. Digital picture.