The Eclipse Secret Child
I gasped, the indigo sky above the dome turning a bruised, oily black as the Star-Eater pressed its mass against the barrier, "but we’re trapped, Koran, we’re in a bottle, and the air is running out."
Outside the dome, the Great Wastes were already disappearing under a ten-foot drift of Starlight Snow, the world was being erased, one flake at a time.
"We need a way to strike back," Kaelen’s voice came through, sounding distant and distorted, "Vesper, the 'Snow' is the Star-Eater's nervous system, if we can't hit the sky, we have to hit the storm!"
I looked at the violet diamonds Lucian had been stacking, they were glowing with a fierce, defiant light.
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