Beneath the light of double moons, the pale trees looked like skeletal hands reaching up from the grave. Ferron strained to focus on the names carved in the bleached bark—all Earthers who had died within the last fifteen years—and scoured for his daughter’s name: Runa Daye. According to the Pavitra, the trees sprouting from the dead were living gravestones that bore the names which gave them life.

Hers was missing.