Book 19: Getting There

Naomi

There’s a room in the palace that people rarely use. 

It’s made entirely of quartz: the walls, the floor, the windowsills, even though there aren’t many, and they’re stationed high along the domed ceiling, letting in muted, fractured light through patchwork glass panes with no view. The quartz is a dark variety, with veins of black and brown splitting its creamy white base. The only outlying materials are six pillars of pure, carved moonstone that supposedly hold up the ceiling, but I find that hard to believe. I doubt it needs any help. The room itself constantly feels alive, like it has its own heartbeat. 

Or, it’s just mimicking mine.

Fallon refuses to even grace the subterranean hallway outside the room with her presence. She says it gives her the creeps and that this room feels like it’s caving