"Dawn is a breath of frigid air as someone pulls aside the...

"Dawn is a breath of frigid air as someone pulls aside the sackcloth. I open my eyes from a dream of Nell. I know who killed you, I tell her. But it is only a dream, the face I seem to recognize evaporates as I wake. Night is fading from the sky, and a last faint star etches a bright line. It falls off the edge of the ethered darkness, a light winking out."

— from the novel SINFUL FOLK