That is your legend?" Akiva asked, incredulous. Madrigal had told him the story of the sun and Ellai while they flew. "That seraphim are the blood of a rapist sun?

Dead souls dream only of death. Small dreams for small men. It is life that expands to fill worlds. Life is your master, or death is

"Love is a luxury." "No. Love is an element." An element. Like air to breathe, earth to stand on.

Stars got tangled in her hair whenever she played in the sky.

I am stardust gathered fleetingly into form.

That is your legend?" Akiva asked, incredulous. Madrigal had told him the story of the sun and Ellai while they flew. "That seraphim are the blood of a rapist sun?

With the infinite patience of one who has learned to live broken, he awaited her return.