Sondranos · The Narrative of Leon Bishop

ON SONDRANOS, stripped of both title and life, I became Leon Bishop. I should have toured the great Spire, nearly catatonic from wonder and amazement; or maybe I could have danced in the rain trickling down the causeway. Instead, I smell ash searing the wind, the heat-burn scent of sheared Aurichrome and pavement. And a hundred years from now you'll find diamonds of blood belonging to a nearly extinct species littering the soil, blood which I helped and found cause to spill.