Ventus by Karl Schroeder

Karl Schroeder / Ventus / Page 733
internal support. He told her how Lavin had mined the guy
wires. As he spoke she watched the globe that had hung above
them tear apart on the south peak, and fall in wind-torn pieces
across the valley.
Galas had thought she had nothing left to cry for, but she
did weep as she watched the three moons in the valley vainly
try to avoid one another. They collided at last in terrible slow
motion, and with only the sound of far distant thunder, they
split and drifted like the finest gauze onto the flaming, jagged
peaks of the forest, which shredded them completely.
Lavin was dead. At the end of all things he had obeyed
her, and maybe he even loved her still, as he had claimed. She
put her hands over her face, and turned away.