Chapter 11: BeautyIN THE INSTANT before I curl in on myself in anguished pain, brilliance unmatched by any I have ever encountered overwhelms my senses.
I must have more.
But for the moment, all I can do is rock with my head in my arms.
“Cole.” Cadence’s voice is hushed, awestruck. “Look.”
I peer between my fingers. They’re lit from without, a tangle of radiance and shadows, colour and texture, with a depth and a range I’d never imagined existed. Each finger rimmed in light, translucently red.
It’s so warm. A rough, gravel-covered expanse stretches out before me. Past that, a raised edge and—
Colour. All colour. And somehow, light and colour at the same time.
White light, so bright I can’t look at it, wreathed in warm tones of gold and red and purple shading to blues and greys. Ripp
