Lucidonius, were you here? Were you even real? Did this happen to you, too? He looked to the heavens, arms spread, touching the waves with his fingertips. Hard to relax when thousands of people were waiting for you and only you, but he needed this measure of peace. Robbed of its blue, the sea looked like thin, gray-green broth. He couldn't even see that much unless he concentrated. Since he'd lost the Battle of Garriston four days ago, wherever there was blue, he saw gray. The sky above, cloudless, mist burned off, should be a peaceful, vibrant sapphire.īut he couldn't see it. Two hours before noon, here on the southern rim of the Cerulean Sea, the waters should be a stunning deep blue-green. Now the dome of the heavens above him was a lid, and he a crab in the cauldron, heat rising. Lying on his back like this, he'd once almost believed he was one with the sea. Gavin Guile lay on his back on a narrow skimmer floating in the middle of the sea.
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