“It came from everywhere. Not from a point on the horizon — from the sky itself, from the mountains, from the forests and streams and the distant dark ring of the Borderlands. The lavender-silver brightened to pearl, the pearl warmed to a pale gold, and the gold — for the first time since Tara had arrived in Chhaya Lok — deepened to something that looked almost like sunlight. Almost. But warmer. Kinder. The light of a world that had been freed from a shadow it hadn't known it was carrying.”