"“No,” I said, still on my elbow, “I mean a mistake . You’re …” “Me,” she whispered. “Twenty-one standard years old,” I finished. “I’m …” “You,” she whispered. “… eleven standard years older than that.” “Incredible,” said Aenea. Her whole face was in the moonlight as she looked up at me. “You can do "
"With what can I compare the Great Peak? Over the surrounding provinces, its blue-green hue never dwindles from sight. Infused by the Shaper of Forms with the soaring power of divinity, Shaded and sunlit, its slopes divide night from day. Breast heaving as I climb toward the clouds, Eyes straining to"