The light of dawn was a relief. Ten days in a row she had awakened late in the night, crying out, sometimes attacking the Sural, always weeping herself back to sleep. “Maybe I should just stop sleeping,” she muttered, barely awake. An aide quietly watched her from a chair, and the Sural was absen...
The rising sun hovered over the horizon, its normal orange hue distorted to blood red. A tall man in a dark green robe paced the road south from the city, ankle-length black hair swaying with each step, dark eyes set on the hard-packed road. Sweat poured from him as the deep color of his garment ...