A fantastic epilogue to a Kerth-worthy story.
There's much I want to quote, but I'll restrain myself and just quote a few of my favourite lines. First, I loved the repartee:
He blinked, then chuckled. “Exactly how many spacemen have you met?”
“Enough,” I replied haughtily before softening. “Just exactly enough.”
I also like the oxymoronic phrase of "hopeful trepidation."
And the following is sheer poetry:
Clouds spattered the ebony-inlaid sky
And speaking of poetry, the following would be the delight of any English teacher looking for alliteration:
shooing away the shadows almost absentmindedly as it poured its liquid light over the world
Joy,
Lynn
