Chapter Sixteen
A thousand candles flickered in the room, sending dancing lights over the walls and floors of polished marble, reflecting in their veins of gold and silver and copper. Zahrias wondered where Lyanna had gotten all those candles, but then realized procuring them would have been easy enough. She might have claimed she wanted nothing from that world, but that was only another of her lies. While she apparently had no desire to live on the mortal plane, she still took anything from there that would make her life more comfortable. There were warehouses full of candles and all manner of other goods back in the mortal world, waiting for trucks to come and fetch them and take them to stores that would never open again.
The thought depressed him. Not so much that the rampant consume
