Status Updates From Event Factory (Ravicka, #1)

“Touching stone is predictable, no matter how far in time it precedes you, but cloth— you cannot imagine cloth that is a hundred years older than the language you speak.”

Listening to them was like gathering water without a pail. They never ceased explaining the shape and nature of things, but did so in too twisting a narrative to become memorable. Water gathered around my feet. I tried to capture it with my mind. I asked Dar to hold some. But it was water. Water you cannot hold.

Then she delivered it: a kiss against the dark lines of my neck. And, much too quickly, the hair fell back in place. "Your name?" I managed to breathe. Another light laugh. "Dar," she answered effortlessly. I thought, "She could be my guide" and "Could she be with me?" But asked only, "Do you weeee?" before I ran out of breath.