"Lornsome night, babbits bawling, wind biting the bone. Wind like this, full of voices. Ancestry howling at you; ‘you bring the stories’. All their voices tied up into one. One voice different, one voice whispering out there, spying from the dark. Now, find you devil, Old Georgie himself. Now you hear up close and I’ll yarn you about the first time we met eye to eye."
-Zachry, Cloud Atlas