25
LINCOLN
Minutes later, Myla and I step out from an access passageway and onto the arena floor. All around us, the stands almost overflow with quasis.
Still getting used to that.
Time was, the left half of the arena is where demons sat. Angels filled the right-hand side. Except for warriors like Myla, there weren’t any quasis to be seen.
Now, the quasi people pack the seats at their own arena. It’s a good thing, but part of me will always remain in that old arena, hiding in the access passages and watching Myla on the sly.
We process out. The crowd cheers. I’ve stopped keeping track of all the different kinds of quasi tails, but everything from feather to fur is represented in the audience today. All of them wag or wave with joy. It warms my heart to see how much Myla’s people ador
