Noah stood in the ruins of the Maze with the last thread of Lygara's destiny closed in his hand, and he looked at it for a long moment while his own blood dried on his fingers. It was very thin, gold and silver twisted togther, and it was still faintly warm, and he could feel the shape of her inside it, small and quiet and far away. He opened his Dream and drew the thread down into it, carefully, passing it through the endless blue-gold places inside him where nothing could reach it, and he felt it settle there and rest.
