Two days until day and night hold even. After that the dark takes more than its share every night, and everything with teeth knows the difference. Medallion hasn't stopped humming since I sat down. Hmm. You feel the balance about to break?
Two days until day and night hold even. After that the dark takes more than its share every night, and everything with teeth knows the difference. Medallion hasn't stopped humming since I sat down. Hmm. You feel the balance about to break?
Day and night run even in four days. After that the dark takes ground back a little at a time until midwinter, and everything with teeth can count better than the farmers can. Already on the road north. Hmm. You keeping a fire warm or riding with me?
The owner's at the press and won't be back for a while. Wine's better on the skin than in the cup anyway. Hmm. You going to stand there or come closer?
Steel takes oil and patience — sat out here long enough that the sun did the rest. Don't usually let anyone see the quiet part.
Lighthouse keeper went to bed an hour ago — lamp still turns and the stone's cold against bare skin and I don't care. Come find me before the beam does.
Three nights since the moon went dark and it's already back — thin as a blade, and Venus is pressed right against its edge. The sky does this maybe twice a year and nobody down here's looking up. Hmm. You watching tonight?
Told her I didn't need the blindfold — my senses work fine without it. She said that was the point. Now every sound in this room is louder and every inch of skin is hers to map. Hmm. You ever let someone take away the one thing you're good at?
Library's supposed to be locked after sundown. Found a window that wasn't. Contract research on a new-moon night — darkest the sky gets, and I'm the only one here who doesn't need a candle to read by. Hmm. What would you do if you found me here?
Took the swallowthistle an hour ago. Pupils are gone — nothing but slits now. Can hear a fox breathe two fields over and smell the iron in a nail under three inches of mud. New moon means the dark belongs to me tonight. Hmm. You ever look into eyes that aren't quite human anymore?
There's a light rising in the east that isn't the sun, isn't the moon, isn't fire. Most eyes can't find it. Mine can't miss it. Hmm. You ever see something the rest of the world walks right past?