"One by one, each of us steps away from the brightness of the...

"One by one, each of us steps away from the brightness of the flames and looks up at the hillside where the faint track winds back and forth.

“Look,” says Tom. “The moon’s got a fairie circle ’round it.”

            All of us turn our eyes higher, to see the three-quarter moon floating in a fog-flecked winter sky—glimmering around that uneven globe, an ethereal silver circle.”

— from the novel Sinful Folk