Porcupine Ridge Numerous sections are inscribed with "ETERNAL",

He would fashion himself a protector, not like her; Anathema had always been a searcher, her whole life spent seeking that which she had been promised — at birth on those forsaken islands, in childhood on that holy isle. An empty promise. A question unanswered.

Anathema to what?

To protect what? She wondered. You carve a place - but for what? What is your self, anyway? That's the answer I hope for.

Unfair, perhaps, to ask it of him when her own short lifetime had produced so little for an answer. Anathema didn't mean to be fair, though. No one ever did.