What is a person who moves through his days as he has always moved, who speaks and walks and labours, eats, makes love, sleeps, sometimes even finds access to laughter, but whose heart has been cut out from his living body? Leaving no scar at all to be seen. No wound by which to remember the sliding blade.
- Dianora in Tigana by Guy Gavriel Kay
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