Foreverlight (The Consilience War Book 4) Page 24
This was the tombstone of a man she wanted to commemorate, but not document. Wanted to respect, but not love. Someone who had salvaged a bit of strength from a life broken beyond repair. A life that had been broken by the short-sighted men he’d thought he was serving.
Someone who shifted out of the black and into the gray. Enemy to all. Friend to all.
One hand hugging, the other hand killing.
In the end, she’d figured out how to do it.
It was a six foot high pumice tombstone. She’d spared no expense. It was the type of decoration you’d supply for an elite soldier, someone who deserved to be remembered for eternity, someone who had persisted in utmost dark.
There was no name upon the tombstone.