Book Eight: Chapter 92

“Part of it is foolishness.” Mike studied the spectral figure for a moment. To his soul sight, he could actually see a small remnant left behind. Could heartbreak shatter a soul and cause it to leave behind a piece? Or was this strictly a result of fae magic? “Another part is the realization that we’re on a rock screaming through the void of space and nothing we do actually matters. So why shouldn’t we write our names on stuff?”

“Is that what you do, Mike? Do you claim things?” Nyx smirked in his direction.

“Not in this manner.” Mike put a hand on the wall. “In a way, this is both a declaration of love and of existence. For all we know, this is all that will remain of these people in a hundred years.”

“Humans are notorious for their brevity and lack of accomplishments.”

“And what of you, Nyx?” Sofia was sitting on a windowsill. “Do you have any accomplishments?”

“Plenty,” Nyx grinned. “I once tied two nights together to make a day. I taught the moon how