Ventus by Karl Schroeder

Karl Schroeder / Ventus / Page 312
waves reached the shore and erased the distant thread of
footsteps he and Tamsin had left in the sand. The water
washed up the hillside nearly to the ruins, and receded only
when the last of the stones had trickled into the water.
Lightning played around the crown of the moon. It
began to rise, and in a few minutes it had become a coin-sized
disk at the zenith. The nervous horses trotted on, and no one
spoke.