Chenguang hikes up her sleeves before vaulting over the pile of fuzzy moss and greets Lukas with a nod. The chloropolyurethane fabric flaps in the slight breeze and the double suns beat down onto her arms. Lukas fishes in his bag next to his tent for a bottle of sunsoak and releases the spray, running … Continue reading Vault by D.A. Xiaolin Spires