He blinked in surprise and was even more startled when the dragon mimicked the action, but did so sideways. A clear membrane coated its eye, then drew back to reveal hues infinitely more searing than before—so vibrant it was painful for Roger to look into them. Orange pulsating like a lava flow, yellow glistening brighter than a city made of gold, green flashing like St. Elmo’s fire. All these colors danced not a foot in front of Roger’s face, flickering within that gigantic orb...

 'I’ve seen its other side. I know what lives here, what’s been slumbering for so long.” A hollow pit opened up where Roger’s heart was supposed to be. “How would you know that?” “I woke it up.

Why should I not know what he's really called?""Tell a man your name and he will have power over you forever," Carver muttered.

I’m not bound by any God-ordained rules. I’m a rebel. I follow my own path.”“Then follow it out into the marshes and drown yourself, why don’t you?”“The marshes dried up” was Carver’s matter-of-fact answer.