A random epigraph chosen from Dreamdarkers, my first novel and the first installation from the series The Breaking of Worlds.  This is by Charles Wright from his poem “Littlefoot.”

Is there an emptiness we all share?
     Before the end, I mean?
Heaven and earth depend on this clarity,
     heaven and earth.
Under the gold doubloons of the fallen
     maple leaves,
The underworld burrows in,
     sick to death of the light.