He is like a horrible beast.

Culver Rann makes me think of a sleek and shining serpent.

But it is this man Quade----" He found it almost impossible to go on with Joanne's blue eyes gazing so steadily into his.
"-- whom we have made our enemy," she finished for him.
"Yes--and more than that," he said, partly turning his head away.

"You cannot go on to Tete Jaune alone, Joanne.

You must go nowhere alone.