“The sky overhead was on fire. Rhys stood just outside the circled carts and pitched tents of the caravan, smoking. It was the only way he could get warm. Above him, purple waves of mist billowed in the sky like a massive shroud. He had spent most nights out here at the edge of camp, watching the sky, since the lights started. The caravan was one of Payam’s, led by a caravan leader named Araok who told him that’s just what the sky did out here. During the day, the caravan was a sprawling, no...isy affair—eighteen sand caterpillars, four sand cats, seven carts, and twenty-six people. Rhys’s appeal to Elahyiah had won him her company on the journey, but she had not spoken to him since they began. She spent her time in their cart with the children. When he spoke to her, she didn’t look at him. He believed all she needed was some new perspective. A fresh vista. Rhys rode along with the caravan, sitting on the back of a caterpillarpulled cart, while the heat soaked into his bones and water ruled his dreams.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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