And the Burned Moths Remain Page 3
Outside the swarm-fortress, the Record of Tiansong pilots a small ship meant to accommodate two. She carries the weight of slaughtered dialects and extinct tongues, the payload of secrets and legacy. A choice that needs no revision or second thought, for it burns in her heart and in her hands, blazing a path before her and purifying all she touches. Out here, she will never die.
She will write her name down again on the vertebrae of history, and this time it will not be rubbed out.
Copyright © 2014 by Benjanun Sriduangkaew
Art copyright © 2014 by Jeffrey Alan Love
