Darian sensed him and whirled, his eyes lighting up before he looked down.
The flames now died down and were lost in the black smoke, now suddenly flared up again brightly, lighting up with strange distinctness the faces of the people crowding at the crossroads.
Her ears still rung from the explosions lighting up the sky.
The conference room was silent, the air purified, the lighting perfect.
Several of the rooms on either side were open, revealing couples in various stages of undress, a room with junkies shooting up and potheads lighting up, and a room filled with what looked like people sleeping.