But then the great sound came just as it had come before, like the sound of a tuba at its lowest note, the sound of a black hole if not for the vacuum of space, and Oonin held out his clawed hands.
∆It is time, oh children of Zemlja and of Dharatee, and of the Flashback itself. Time to undo that which should never have been and bid begone its changes and travails; to slip the bonds of this war-torn earth and meet by chance at the Banquet of the Gods.∆
And once more they just looked at each other: Quint at Miles and Jesse at Quint—for she realized in that moment that she didn’t just love him but was in fact in love with him; with his pluck and his courage, his f*****g attributes. And also, that no matter what happened with the ships or the hordes or the defenders or the Sphaera Mobis, she
