What the Dead Know (Into Shadow, #4)

by Nghi Vo

The sky was bruised, a tinge of green to the gray, with the last of the sunlight giving it a bloodied edge.

Strong storms and angry rivers. This part of the country wouldn’t love them, and while she was usually fine with that, now it made her shiver.

Bordering the foyer, positioned at intervals like saints or angels at a cathedral, were young girls, all dressed alike in neat gray, each crowned with a circlet of sparks. On closer inspection, the sparks resolved into charmed green fireflies, flying mindless circles over the braids wound around the girls’ heads.

- Ncuti Gatwa’s 15th Doctor, apparently ;)

Below her, the water boomed, fed by the snow, sullen with secrets.