Patrick W. CarrA picture of the world, nothing more than a casting stone set in the heavens, intruded on Errol's dismay. World without end. Was Illustra, their entire world, nothing more than a lot for the ultimate reader, too small and insignificant a thing to care about?
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The building of a world is an incredible feat of imagination and the vision of the world is something that everyone can relate to. It is a place where you can live your life, raise your children, and grow old. When something comes along to take away from this world, it is a tremendous loss. Errol is in a position to know what losing a world means because he has already lost one. This quote tells us that the creation of a world is a beautiful thing but it does not compare to the destruction of that same world.
Source: A Draw Of Kings
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