The new thing he was feeling had swollen inside his soul until the pressure was almost too much to stand. And then the swelling thing burst. There was, to Damon, a palpable if not audible crack as the stone encasing his soul burst open and a great piece fell away. His neck hurt fiercely, but more cracks were spreading all over the stone; it was going to explode completely, letting the Damon it held inside out – and he was too drunk on pride and joy, yes, joy, to care.
