“It was the feel of it, the love of it, not the thought: it was instinct and reflex and knowing the wind, and Maris was the wind.” Windhaven Book:Windhaven Source: Windhaven
“since you love the color black, I will give you plenty of it. I will lock you in a cell without windows or lamps, where it is black day and night, and you will stay there until you forget what sunlight feels like. Do you like these conditions, flier? Do you like them?” DarknessDictatorshipVillainsCaged BirdWindhavenComplete Monster Book:Windhaven Source: Windhaven