The cold surface somehow enabled him to remain calm; he kept his eyes upon the summit, awaiting the arrival of reinforcements. The pace of his breathing remained steady, as did his pulse; it was in such moments men came of age; ‘the night is ours, the night is ours’, Jelani whispered.
A.H. Septimius, Crowns Of Amara: The Return Of The Oracle
bravery, destiny, maturity, soldiers