“The universe is infinite, and so were the gods. Their corpses are infinitely many too: reified as flaws out of the cooling cosmos. This is one of two in our galaxy, and the only one easily reached by ship. It has become a shrine. And a kind of slum.” Ssrin yearns to be there. On the Winking she will see old friends again, and old foes who deserve to know she kept the faith they doubted. And she can finally eat some real meat without slow-cooking it in her scout stomach.
