âStrange, isnât it,â said Nasir, who was never one for contemplation. âHow the darkness brought us together, and the light will let us fall apart?â Zafira shook her head, looking among them. âWeâre not falling apart. We hunted the flame on Sharr, set free the stars across the skies, but it was only ever the dawn of our zumra. Now we make sure that light doesnât go out. Forever. Together.â







