Underground, the stars are legend.

Even across the dark, even across the loss, even across the emptiness, soul will speak to soul

I trust you, Jared," she whispered. "I always did. I love you, Master.

I remember a story of a girl in Paradise who ate an apple once. Some wise Sapient gave it to her. Because of it she saw things differently. What had seemed gold coins were dead leaves. Rich clothes were rags of cobweb. And she saw there was a wall around the world, with a locked gate.

He worked night and day. He made a coat that would transform him; he would be more than a man; a winged creature, beautiful as light. All the birds brought him feathers. Even the eagle. Even the swan.

I always was going to be a writer. The other jobs were just to keep me in food. Though I enjoyed the archaeology.

Because I have dreams and in those dreams I see the stars