All the Windwracked Stars (The Edda of Burdens)
“It had been a summery morning near the spring solstice, two hundred and seven years previous to meeting the Grey Wolf in a dark alley under the curve of the Tower. She had walked—she walked a great deal in those days—from Freimarc, and she paused on the shoulder of the green mountain overlooking the valley of the Naglfar, at a place where the trees broke.
Below, an agate-colored river wound seaward, restrained by the topography even as it reinvented it. On its banks the city rose, a sprawl of multicolored glass and faceted metal set in the landscape like a rococo jewel in a verdigrised setting.
The last time she stood on the shoulder of that peak, Eiledon had been a walled cluster of three- and four-story buildings. But it had far outgrown those medieval walls, though she could still detect their presence in the pattern of the streets. A steady procession of aircraft slid down the sky, the foaming wakes of freighters and pleasure craft scarring the placid river. The port was ten miles... downriver, in the delta, and the city and its suburbs lined the banks the entire way.MoreLess
Below, an agate-colored river wound seaward, restrained by the topography even as it reinvented it. On its banks the city rose, a sprawl of multicolored glass and faceted metal set in the landscape like a rococo jewel in a verdigrised setting.
The last time she stood on the shoulder of that peak, Eiledon had been a walled cluster of three- and four-story buildings. But it had far outgrown those medieval walls, though she could still detect their presence in the pattern of the streets. A steady procession of aircraft slid down the sky, the foaming wakes of freighters and pleasure craft scarring the placid river. The port was ten miles... downriver, in the delta, and the city and its suburbs lined the banks the entire way.MoreLess
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