we live in a world someone else imagined
Ronin, too, felt his throat close with emotion as Seren took his hand. He’d held another hand like this, on the way to his wedding. But Aoife’s had been smaller (and let’s face it, covered with jam at the time). Swallowing hard, he nodded at the girl. ”I’m sure it will be,” he agreed for her sake, the Star already turning to guide her away across the sands.
He didn’t look over his shoulder at Safrin. He didn’t look up at the white stone marker of Aoife’s grave (another pang of grief hit him then, realising Safrin must have chosen this place on purpose). Ronin kept his eyes between Seren and the beach ahead. ”We are in a place called Torchline,” he explained. ”There are lots of stories about it.”
He didn’t look over his shoulder at Safrin. He didn’t look up at the white stone marker of Aoife’s grave (another pang of grief hit him then, realising Safrin must have chosen this place on purpose). Ronin kept his eyes between Seren and the beach ahead. ”We are in a place called Torchline,” he explained. ”There are lots of stories about it.”
the dark star
