It's still the dark of the moon. When Tori and I were children, we used to stay awake whole nights sometimes watching for the crescent to reappear. Our old tutor Anar told us that if ever it didn't, that would mean Perimal Darkling had swallowed the moon and all the stars would follow one by one.
To my father, Robert O. Hodgel
1922-2000
the consummate artist.