Souls moved everywhere. Souls of every kind, different shapes, different sizes, different glows. Bruce saw a tall, slim soul that looked human walking past the gate beside a shorter, broader one with the same horns as Kael.
He saw a soul that looked like a graceful four-legged creature, the size of a horse, with a long delicate neck and a body that shimmered faintly silver, walking calmly through the gate carrying a basket on its back.
He saw a soul that looked like a small reptile, a soul that looked like a winged bird, a soul that looked like a person but with skin that was scaled instead of smooth.
All of them, all of them, glowed. The whole city glowed, softly, in a hundred different colors of held soul-light. It was less a city of buildings and more a city of small suns walking around carrying things.
Behind Bruce, the others were stepping out of the carriage one by one.
Kael came down beside him and stopped. He said, simply: "Huh."
