‘No! You haven’t!’ Swamy said, still peering at the cover. The guffaws dried down to a pissed-off silence as the clouds of self-loathing cleared away into a bright, sunny, and enthusiastic presence. She didn’t feel f****d up anymore.
Keeping her voice flat and calculative, the girl nodded to herself. ‘What you have got,’ she raised her head to stare right through the flames. ‘Is Lord Szytra’s treasures. You are four days afar from Sanuali’s, Desis.’
A goofy grin curled her lips upwards. Averting her eyes back upon the cover, she gawked at the blinking title. Her eyebrows shot up in surprise as a small frown pestered over. Another second, and a knowing smile radiated her features.
Life had glittered upon the surface, showing miracles at the most unexpected of times.
“Mir
