"You built a cathedral." Senty shook his head. "I just — we just — built a basement." Clement smiled. "Same thing, cousin. One's just underground for a while."

"The room had the quiet of a space that had waited a long time to be full, and was now full, and did not quite know what to do with the feeling. The wood listened. The walls, newly painted, gave off the faint warmth of rooms that have been loved into being."

"Senty looked at him for a moment. Then two. The kind of looking that isn’t looking at all, but rather accounting for someone, taking in the whole of them, the chipped fang and the stolen scarf and the years of everywhere, and understanding that they have arrived."