The Draconian Woman. Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Eighteen – The City Written in Starlight No one moved. The ancient pen rested lightly in Serakha's hand. It wasn't heavy. It wasn't made of gold or crystal or any material she recognized. It felt... warm. Like it had been waiting patiently for thousands of years. The silver nib shimmered softly, reflecting not the lights of the train, but entire constellations that seemed to live beneath its polished surface. Emma leaned closer. "So..." "...it's a pen." Serakha nodded. "It appears to be." Emma blinked. "We've reached the point where cosmic destiny has given you office supplies." Liora giggled. Elias covered his mouth, unsuccessfully hiding a smile. Even one of the Editors tilted his masked head, as though he wasn't entirely certain how to react. Emma folded her arms. "I'm just saying..." "...if the fate of the universe depends on stationery, someone should have warned me." The lead Editor ...