Boris TibanFlat adin feet found purchase on the volcanic path under a star-saturated sky. The world around them was silent, stillborn, like a breath held in fear.
“Run!” Boris Tiban said at last in a hissing cough. Beside him, Nikolas put on an extra burst of speed, doggedly keeping up with him.
The thick air of these low altitudes pulled like shackles on Boris’s legs. It weighed him down. It clogged his lungs like soup. But the bloodlust was on him. He wanted to be part of the wind, a storm striking the helpless dva puppets. The sooner he and Nikolas got down, and attacked, and saw the bright, wet blood of the dvas freeze on their hands, the sooner they could go back home in triumph. After striking out and proving that he was not after all a weak and insignificant man, Boris could sit s
