The Gullet's eye closed.
She looked up at the white, unblinking sun. Then she looked at the skeletons all around her—the sleeping leviathans, the dreaming worms, the patient jaws. beasts in the sun skeletons
She did the only thing a bone-walker could do. She pulled out her sharpest salt-knife, and she began to carve. The Gullet's eye closed
Elira was a bone-walker. She wore a wide hat of woven reed and a cloak stitched from the dried hide of a lesser lizard. Her trade was memory. When a beast died—a sand-worm, a sun-whale, a leviathan of the old world—its bones held a final echo of what it had been. Elira knew how to listen. She did the only thing a bone-walker could do
The sun began to fade toward the Zenith Fade. The eye blinked.
"You hear what you want to hear," said old Marik, picking at his one tooth. "You're lonely, girl."