Chapter 784
- Tedmond stood perfectly still on the asphalt, his hand clamped firmly onto Persis’s shoulder, his fingers digging in slightly as the Damon bird lifted off.
- The roar of the engines faded into a low hum, then into the whistle of the wind, leaving them alone on the vast, empty runway.
- "They're gone," Persis whispered, watching the blinking red lights of the jet disappear into the clouds.