Hand of the Maker. Cortland's Letter.Anders,Back when the world changed, when I told you 'I know', it was because I did.I knew that you didn't want to be alive anymore; that you wanted it to end. But it didn't end, did it? You're still here and it's partly my fault, and I'm glad. I'm glad to be hated for this.You should know that there was a time in my life when I felt the same. I wanted it all to end. I had just watched my mother die in my arms because I had been too stupid and too slow to save her, you may remember the day. I was sat alone that evening considering my failure: Remembering my sister's broken body after I had guided us straight into the ogre that had taken her life; remembering my brother's face as he had been removed from my side and into the shambles of an existence that I had forced upon him. I didn't want to let anyone else down. I couldn't stand the burden. I had been considering how best to die when you walked in.You saved me then, Anders. You carefully pulled me back and tethered me to this worl
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Then you'll be on your way, Shem.""Understood. We won't impose on you for a minute longer than is absolutely necessary.Thank you."Voices.Anders could just make out their words as his brain dragged itself reluctantly into consciousness. His head was a wad of cotton, and it was with a great effort that he managed to open his eyes a crack to get his bearings.The first person who had spoken was marching smartly away, towards red sails and treetops.Dalish. The thought connected and Anders suddenly understood why he'd been unable to place the smells and sounds around him. He was outside. Far away from the city; from any city from the feel of it. Far away from Kirkwall.Kirkwall.Oh, Maker. He'd really done it. Memories hit him in a rush and a hand involuntarily went to his brow, pressing his temples as he squeezed his eyes back shut and fought against the horrible onslaught of emotion. He could see everyone's faces at the moment of the blast. He could hear Sebastian's violent th