V | New WorldShe was crouched next to Dravidian with a hand on his back, helping him to recover, when she first noticed the change in the light—which shimmered upon the floor of the boat like the Dire Borealis but was different in kind, so that when she raised her head to identify its source she saw that, indeed, there was no single source, but rather a hundred of them and yet none at all. It was a light that came from everywhere and nowhere all at once, ethereal, multi-colored.
And while some of its individual sources were recognizable—lamps and lanterns along elevated boardwalks, a blue orbis lunae (two, actually, one nearby and another more distant), the illuminated windows of stacked rowhouses and grandly terraced townhouses—others were fabulously alien, such as the forests of candles
