Chapter Twenty-NineMariko wasn't thinking straight as she got to her feet. For a moment, she stood and stared down at the lifeless bodies of Folcrum and Yama, riveted by grief that was surprisingly strong considering how briefly she had known the two.
In a daze, she stumbled away from them, guided by a half-conscious impulse to seek out Oric or Giza, the only other underground lexicons she really knew.
Shrieking Vox elbowed her on their way past; twice, they nearly knocked her over. The scattering lexicons were in such a panicked rush to escape nearby gunfire, they didn't seem to notice that she was carrying a rifle herself.
Moving away from the shooting, she searched the crowd for Oric and Giza. Even in the pandemonium, she knew she could pick out their elaborately painted bodies fr
