(Paperback)

An orange sun burns low in the sky. I fold my arms on the sill, cup my elbows. Pink clouds streak a horizon of rooftops, spires, the sails of distant windmills. Soon the master will be home. Last night, I made him doubt me.

This time, I will make him certain.

(Hardback)

An orange sun burns low in the sky. I fold my arms on the sill, cup my elbows. Pink clouds streak a horizon of rooftops, spires, the sails of distant windmills. Soon the master will be home. Last night, I made him doubt me.

This time, I will make him certain.