"As the great stone gate of my cell slams shut again, there are...

"As the great stone gate of my cell slams shut again, there are the skittering sounds of insects and mice, the distant shrieks of prisoners in pain in other cells, but I do not fear the vermin or my guards. I fear the dark. I can see nothing now but those faint fairie lights that drift in utter darkness against my eyes."
— from the novel Sinful Folk