CHAPTER 82Josyff was falling.
Falling, falling...
He made no sound now, though his mind was screaming, trailing behind him and cutting through the din of the Diirredyn like the sharpest of blades. Burning brightness boiled and surged before him like the face of the sun, growing ever nearer...
But no impact came...
When he had hurled himself, terrified and demented, from the tower, he had had the tremulous, desperate thought of an explosive but brief pain before a welcome oblivion. But it had not happened.
The inexorable calculator in him emerged.
It was mere heartbeats to that dreadful boiling sea. But he was still falling...
Patterns were forming in the chaos of the brightness before him. Ornate strings necklaced with images of themselves filled his vision, curling and twisting lik
