"Above me a round window: a circle of light that stabs through...

"Above me a round window: a circle of light that stabs through into the gloom of candles and dusty scrolls. Dust motes float in the beam of light and land upon the leg-irons and my blood-flecked tunic. The light from that window seems like a ghostly shape to me, an angel that hangs over all of us, silently judging every truth, every lie."

— from the novel Sinful Folk