In that soul-seizing vision, bands of gorgeous color streamed between the leaden clouds, twining and spiraling together, spilling down beneath the horizon of the sea to forge a path of light leading to the World's End.
Bola stared, enthralled, at all of it, until the violent lurching of the deck underfoot dragged him out of his intoxication.
The once-calm Horned Whale began to shudder violently, the roar of the engines shattering the long silence as scalding steam poured forth in surging torrents. Bola staggered a few steps and finally caught hold of the rail to steady himself.
The joy in his chest was still spreading, and yet his sharpened mind still caught a trace of wrongness.
