Wendy Waters

“Everything real was first imagined.’ He flicked his hand at the stars framed in her window. ‘Those stars existed in my imagination long before they were fashioned into stone and fire, long before my Father breathed light into them. Many of them no longer exist but their light lives on. Are they real? Are they illusion? Speculating about what is real and what is imagined will drive you mad.’ Gabriel from Catch the Moon, Mary”
― Wendy Waters, Catch the Moon, Mary

“Standing in the mouth of the cave, he watched sea and sky cleave in graded blue harmony, enjoying a brief connection before the sky bruised and cast a wine-dark stain on the sea. Seconds later the sun launched a spectacular volley of vermilion spears over the horizon just before it sank. The rising tide shattered breakers against the boot of the cliff and the seventh wave, always the largest in a set, exploded against the rocks, sending a jet of spume over him. He leapt back, shaking the water from his robes and hair, and moved deeper into the cave. The bats were stirring, squealing and stretching leathery wings, waking up for the night’s foraging and soon a dark silent stream would head west to raid suburban bowers. The sky rapidly deepened from purple to indigo and a bright display of stars, planets, asteroids, comets – the flotsam and jetsam of past galaxies – popped to light.”
― Wendy Waters, Catch the Moon, Mary