He went down, looking for ground that wasn’t transparent and hundreds of feet above thousands of moving bodies.
But his dizziness didn’t go away when he reached the street. There were too many people, too many faces and voices and flashing colors. Everything was moving, churning, one hard gust removed from collapsing and blowing away in shreds.
Lyan walked upstream, brushed on all sides by shoulders and arms and hips. Some flowing article of clothing flapped in his face like a neon-colored bird, and he swatted it away.
A chill coiled around his shoulders and clamped icy jaws around his throat. He tucked his chin into his chest and walked faster. [Read more…]