Mateo tightened the rope around his waist. His master, Old Lira, moved ahead of him with the eerie silence of a woman who had already died twice. Her eyes were milk-white, but she did not need sight to read the breath.
The wind softened. The obsidian spires hummed. And far below, in the smog-choked cities, a child looked up and saw a single star blink into existence. el aliento de los dioses epub
“We don’t command the breath,” he whispered. “We return it.” Mateo tightened the rope around his waist