Ankyra Sound gulper shark

a heart?

sobeille tried to imagine what the cistern was like in the height of its occupant’s power. the bustle of bodies, the salt-and-iron tang of blood. each darkened room an atrium, and the altar its gurgling center.

she marveled this stranger’s mind and not for the first time wished there was some way to assume the vantage point of the viewer: to see as they see, and feel as they felt.

a rare grin dogged her cut face. my maman would like you. she turned back to the fountstone, pressing a paw delicately into the settled dust. would you like to meet ‘er?