Ain't No Mountain--Snippet

Snippet from my WIP, Ain't No Mountain, in proofing stage:

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Gods or Children
Death. Decay. Destruction. This is all the three people who topped the hill had ever known.
Salmyra was a world in ruin. For centuries the factions fought, until they all but destroyed one another.
Still, they fought. They fought for food. They fought for fire. They fought for fun. But none fought for or with honor.
Those who did not fight, traveled. They were constantly on the move, searching. Though the daytime sirocco scorched exposed skin, the nomads dared not move at night on their quest to find the fabled city of Lumenesca. They dared not brave the darkness when the winds stopped blowing and the cloud of dust no longer swirled in the sirocco but settled into a low-lying blanket that shrouded the land in death. No one journeyed at night for fear of falling prey to the Danooks, those rumored to have survived the flesh-melting weapons used in the final battle. Now, they could not tolerate the faintest light and desired man-flesh for nourishment—and legend told that woman-flesh was even tastier to them.
The three on the hill had once trekked across the world with their mother searching for answers. After a decade, she had finally found what she sought, and they had stopped. The past three years, they had been in one place. She called it Libretante.