All My Sins Remembered
“Carbon, a waste product of the sluggish nuclear furnace that gives Ember its feeble glow, percolates up to the surface of the star, cooling. It turns into merely incandescent vapor as it swirls into the star’s dim corona. When conditions are right, the vapor sublimes: lampblack snow falls back onto the star’s photosphere, and stays.
The drifts of carbon gather into shoals, shimmering black blotches that grow and touch and merge until the last crimson sliver of light disappears.
Its planets freeze over.
But the furnace inside the star keeps burning, insulated underneath the black shell. Its own heat doubles back and stokes it until it flares—not bright as stars go, but brighter than usual. Enough to vaporize carbon.
So the black sun shines white for a moment, and its corona fluoresces magnificently, fed by the vaporized drifts. But it ebbs quickly: yellow, orange, red… to a feeble carmine. Waiting for the black snow.
1. “You are going to suffer for this.” He was an impressive-looking ...man, sharp aquiline features with severe creases and lines, hair and eyebrows tangled mats of white and black wires.MoreLess
The drifts of carbon gather into shoals, shimmering black blotches that grow and touch and merge until the last crimson sliver of light disappears.
Its planets freeze over.
But the furnace inside the star keeps burning, insulated underneath the black shell. Its own heat doubles back and stokes it until it flares—not bright as stars go, but brighter than usual. Enough to vaporize carbon.
So the black sun shines white for a moment, and its corona fluoresces magnificently, fed by the vaporized drifts. But it ebbs quickly: yellow, orange, red… to a feeble carmine. Waiting for the black snow.
1. “You are going to suffer for this.” He was an impressive-looking ...man, sharp aquiline features with severe creases and lines, hair and eyebrows tangled mats of white and black wires.MoreLess
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