Lunar flies hard on my heels, gaining, and I push harder, faster, higher, higher—and higher.
“Cascade!” he calls after me, and it’s not anger that dwells in his voice now. I might call it concern if I gave a flying flip.
I skim up the side of the tallest building, faster and faster, past broken windows and dark red granite. Up and up and more until I pass the steel-latticed pyramid of girders and the obelisk-like spire, here where gold-leaf peels off like timeworn wallpaper and rains down its gold flakes on the deserted city.
Excerpt from Incandesce [previously I, Ruin]
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