Descent of the Maw Page 22
When he was finally able to speak again, Magnus smiled up at the elder Schedaran, panting for breath. “Life certainly has its moments, Hano Emmon Dahl.” He patted the ground next to him and turned his gaze up to the clear expanse of stars in the cobalt night sky.
“Lie down, Hano. I think we’re going to be here for a while.”
