We'll meet soon, brother, his long-dead sister had told him right before he awoke.
The room of the Sanctuary where he materialized consisted of nothing more than a lectern holding a massive book possessed by a long-dead Oracle.
Only the long-dead Oracle possessing the book and the deities could see the Past, Present, and Future.
He was in no mood to argue against Claire Quincy's selfish interests in preserving the strained moral reputation of the long-dead ancestor.
"You sound like Andre," Rhyn said and scowled, wondering how a long-dead woman and a newly dead woman could still cause him such grief.