Hello,” Newel said. “Look, Doren, we have visitors. Kendra, Seth, and … Muriel’s weirdo puppet.”….Newel grabbed Seth’s hand and shook it vigorously. “Congratulations. You just found yourself a secret entrance.” “So seriously,” Doren said. “What’s with the puppet?
I wanted to keep others from wasting their time pursuing the Word. And I couldn’t ditch Rachel.” Galloran smiled. “Truly, you are possessed by that species of madness that begets heroism.
And you came back to Lyrian?” Galloran said in disbelief. “Believe it or not, I came through the same hippopotamus that brought me here the first time. Jumped into the tank on purpose.
A hero sacrifices for the greater good. A hero is true to his or her conscience. In short, heroism means doing the right thing regardless of the consequences. Although any person could fit that description, very few do. Choose this day to be one of them.” (Beyonders – A World Without Heroes)
Hooves clomping over the whitewashed planks, Doren sprinted along the boardwalk after Rondus, a portly satyr with butterscotch fur and horns that curved away from each other. Puffing hard, Rondus cut through a gazebo and started down the stairs to the field.
