Chapter 93
But farther into the building, deep within corridors dark and quiet, they came upon tanks of jellyfish, stars, and anemones. These creatures seemed neither to hide nor hunt. Sparr had watched, entranced by their waving tendrils, improbable colors, and languid movements, until at last his parents had to tear him away. These weren't fish as he knew them; they fit into no easy category within his mind. Twenty-five years later the feeling swept over Sparr once more. Standing with the Translator Brielle, and surrounded by the Originals, he struggled to place the aliens into a category he could accept. The massive, slug-shaped beings appeared completely immobile. Covered as they were in delicate fronds, Sparr would have assumed they were plants or missed them entirely. Brielle had guided him to
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