#duke felmet

Granny stared at him. She hadn’t faced anything like this before. The man was clearly mad, but at the heart of this madness was a dreadful cold sanity, a core of pure interstellar ice in the center of the furnace. She’d thought him weak under a thin shell of strength, but it went a lot further than that. Somewhere deep inside his mind, somewhere beyond the event horizon of rationality, the sheer pressure of insanity had hammered his madness into something harder than diamond.

Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters