C20 The God Who Loved Too Loudly

Nightfall poured down heavily like water-soaked satin, stars blaring slowly with mockery.

Eli was seated by the river, rolled up to his elbows, fingers trailing against the cold, silver beam-lit stream. A world had changed around again. The Keeper was dead. Kael’s wound had been stabilized. Amon had yet to utter a sound.

Something extremely fragile had been saved