The Light of Murder (Suns of the End #2)

by Robert Gryn

shadowed halls of Naradrastha with eyes closed. All she encountered made way for her, and even if they had not, her eight senses would show any impediment in her path without the

it looks as if it does, though. It just reminds me of the Pillar of Radiz.” “Did this Pillar

live when you fade from the world completely.” “Maybe.” “I am sorry. I did not mean to question your view of the world.” “It’s okay.” “No, I became too excited. It’s considered an insult to deny another their perspective. If you wish to be dead, I will think of you as such.” “No,” Solaz said. “My ‘perspective’ is probably not well thought out. I’ve only been this way for a short time.” “Then you live again!” Amphal said and laughed. She grasped his hand of red light and led him along the canyon. “Come, tell me more of your world.” Solaz continued his description as best as could manage. He had never been one for telling tales about himself, let alone a whole world. He preferred to listen to the stories of his fellow columniers as they marched. But as he told Amphal more of the city of Radiz and the Corridor where it lay, he realized that he wanted to continue talking with her. He tried to remember the words of other columniers and the way they described the far reaches of the Corridor—fungus jungles, acid rivers, besieged

are they now? Just noise drowned out by the wind and the static.” “Then lie down,

bombards. The lightly armed Namtilan machines flew among them, firing