“Look.” He pointed. “Out there.” She sat up, rubbed her eyes, and squinted. Rows and rows of scarlet emerged on the horizon. She thought it a trick of the light at first, but then they drew closer and it became apparent that the brilliant red sheen that covered the fields was not a reflection of the setting sun but a rich hue that came from the blossoms themselves. Poppy flowers were blooming all around Tikany. Her mouth fell open. “What the—” “Shit,” Kitay said. “Holy shit.”
