Shadows Upon Time (The Sun Eater, #7)

by Christopher Ruocchio

“We were not made to live as beasts,” I said, “not made to live as we are. We were made with a higher purpose. For a better world.”

The celestial music was still there, like the hum of distant engines, half unheard. Quiet indeed, it suffused the universe, sustained it, gave it meaning.

Grief is deep water, dear boy. Soon the whole galaxy would drown.