Branch flipped through a book. Torchlight burned bright in this corner of the library. Storming torchlight! In a library, crazy bastards over here in Crescent Bay. He banished the thoughts and focused again on the page he read.
The city. Roe spat. He hated the place. … They were quick to fire. … Tigs ran, for his life, for Crescent Bay, he was a ghost through the camp, a shadow, that could burn like the sun.
“Time is an elusive friend and a stoic enemy.” … It is said, that was the day Tigs found Lightning placed in his hands. None knows what was in that pouch.