The Light of All That Falls (The Licanius Trilogy, #3)

by James Islington

There was no exultation, no sense of triumph. Just mourning for those they had lost, and… relief. Pure, blessed relief, the release of a tension that had been with them all for far, far too long. “It’s over.” Davian whispered the words in her ear; whether they were for her or for him she didn’t know, but they were a comfort nonetheless. “It’s over.” “It’s over,” she repeated, holding him tight. There was more to do, she knew. More to face in the coming days, probably the coming years. But now—right now—all she cared about was that he was there with her. He was safe. She huddled with the other two, weeping with joy and grief and that overwhelming sense of utter, utter relief. The bright dawn settled warm against her shoulders, bathing the three of them in its clean light, rays shearing through the space where the city of Deilannis had once been. It was over.