The Memory of Dying Stars
The chamber hung in the void like a silver throat, swallowing the faint red light of the dying star beyond its reinforced viewport. Lila Novak sat cross-legged on the floor of the observation gallery, her neural interface humming softly at her temple, and looked up at Prince Silas Valentin—the boy who was not a boy, the heir to a galaxy that was crumbling at its edges, the most powerful person...
0 Commentarios 0 Acciones 2 Views 0 Vista previa