The road of falling stars ended in the dark, and Ione Kalliste stepped off it.
Behind her, the dark filled.
Dozens of them came through at once. Unfathomable Immensities in robes of white and gold, stepping out of the falling light in loose ranks, their presences settling over the Undefined Gaps.
Ilarion Vey came among them, grey-bearded and calm. Nysa Aurelle came beside him, small and golden, her cold coin eyes bright. All together, they bent the space around them until the starless dark groaned.
The front was hers alone.
She was tall and very still. Her robes were the pale blue of deep water under ice, and her hair was silver, bound simply at the nape of her neck.
