The darkness was memory.

“There was musuc in me, but in this post-Cataclysm world, that didn't matter ver…”

“Breathing in the scent of his hair, I realized I'd needed him my whole life, be…”

“I'm surprised no one's come to greet you," Sam murmured."Gawk. Not greet.”

“Shrikes were songbirds; he ought to know.”