Senlin Ascends (The Books of Babel, #1)

by Josiah Bancroft

Death was not an end. It was an ellipsis. There was no romance in the scene before him. There were no ellipses here. The bodies lay upon the ground like broken exclamation points.

“As you like. Welcome aboard the Stone Cloud!” she said, with a sweeping, theatrical bow. “The most fearsome aircraft in the immediate vicinity, excluding that one over there and any large birds that might be nesting nearby.”