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Even though everyone had perished, including Bess, the only creature in this universe that he’d ever truly trusted, Davis swore on the dawning star that he would go home again.
As he peered out at wings unfolding, preparing for a descent through clouds of who-knew-what toward a landing who-knew-where, Davis swallowed his embarrassment, choked on his grief, and studied the bitter taste of his fear.
He swirled the tang of panic and terror around his tongue, searching for sweet or earthy or musk, some note he might learn to savor but, plummeting through the mist, he tasted only sour.
Oh, the devastation that fills the heart, when one goes home… just to find out that what made it so no longer is. Tragic. So well written.
Thank you so much, Magaly!
Mm, the tasting notes on this are really vivid; nicely done. And yeah, I can see why he might be embarrassed.