The Eversands
Thousands of refugees dotted the rolling sands of West Maeve. Subconscious clusters had formed among them where small likenesses could be found. Sya, however, sat alone. It was a miracle…
Thousands of refugees dotted the rolling sands of West Maeve. Subconscious clusters had formed among them where small likenesses could be found. Sya, however, sat alone. It was a miracle…
I want to live, though I am prepared to die. I hope it is painless, but I hope it slow—slow, so that I may have the time to thank those…