Malleus stood on the Radiant Dragon"s apex observation deck, gazing at the wash of stars around him.
He"d asked Selene to point out to him those he could have seen from Borial. She"d spent some time doing so, seeming to take a special delight in it. The biomechanically-enhanced woman troubled him; she clearly blamed him for everything Concordance had done. He found both her and her artificial additions disconcerting. He found it hard to see past them to the person underneath.
He turned his attention back to the stars. Try as he might, he couldn"t make out the familiar shapes in the sky he"d grown up with. The Crow, the Waterfall, the Sand Serpent, the Snakefruit: all were deformed, broken, the stars refusing to arrange themselves into their proper positions. Borial"s own sun, so bright
