IN THE TEETH OF THE LEVIATHAN RANGE

amed through canyons like they were flute holes. The paths weren't trails but sugg

his senses, long dormant, began to stir. He felt it first as a vibration i

ck slate-and his primary listening-stone, a teardrop of clear quartz hung on a silver filament. As it hovered over

d, chewing on a st

But there's an interference. A dissonance in the lower register

essed. "Vibrations. It's a

ugh his resentment. "This 'dissonance' could be a fault line ready to slip

of respect in her eyes. "We adj

h was useless here. Only Renn's inst

se in seemingly sheer faces, steam-powered pitons that sealed themselves into cracks, a portable canopy that hardened into a wind-s

ain's moods. He felt the deep, grinding contentment of stable massifs, the skittish anxiety of loose shale slopes, an

else. A second rhythm, fainter,