The Importance of Recall

As Nye had said, she'd never left the mausoleum. Now it was going to be the death of her and of Kong. She remembered what she'd told Anin. I survived it once. She'd been transfixed by a spear, but she'd survived it. And away from Nai, away from Yao, away from their utter, senseless certainties, she could think clearly. Her hands burnt, without smoke, without pain. Like that time, Lin's hands had blackened from the ports' outwards, except that it was just radiance, swallowing everything up. They were large and terrible, and almost beyond recall. Theirself spread across the molten