Charlene's union was only her, but there was a lot of her to go around. She was the sole employee of the Department of Motor Vehicles, half the city's health inspectors, and had positions in several other departments. Monster was also pretty sure he'd heard her voice on the other end of a phone sex line one time, but he preferred not to dwell on that.
"He's everywhere. The wind, the sea, the fire. In your heart if you believe in Him. His is the only power in the world that can break open a seed and raise it into that great tree."
—Samson on God, Samson and Delilah
Westeros, Essos, Yi-Ti, the Summer Isles, Sothyros and so much more could be seen and touched at a moment's notice without diverting his attention. He was sitting on his throne in the Green Keep, looking out over the tree-shrouded ruins of King's Landing; he was in Volantis, walking unseen across the great bridge; he was floating above Valyria, unnoticed by the Stone Men and other horrors that languished there; he was swimming alongside Meera's little ship in the Narrow Sea; he was flickering between lightning bolts in a storm over Slaver's Bay. He was in all these places and a million more, and yet was still curled around the world like a sleeping snake, peering down at the continents as if they were nothing more than pieces on a cyvasse board.
I now occupy the entire universe, Emmanuel realized. I am now everywhere equally. I have become Adam Kadmon, the First Man.
Motion along the three spacial axes was impossible for him because he was already wherever he wished to go.
Listen: Even as we're talking, I'm there for old and young, innocent and guilty, those who die together and those who die alone. I'm in cars and boats and planes, in hospitals and forests and abattoirs. For some folks death is a release, and for others death is an abomination, a terrible thing. But in the end, I'm there for all of them. Rainie, in west Africa a small village is being massacred by mercenaries, in pay of their own government. I'm there. In the farthest reaches of a distant galaxy, a planet is being ripped apart by internal stresses; the planet was the home of many crystal intelligences, calm and fine and beautiful. I am there as well. I'm in all those places, and I'm also here, talking to you. But... I'm not your death. At least, not yet.
—Death, The Sandman (1989)
