Jeff remembered how restless the black sky made him feel on the first night they slept in their bedroom. Opening his eyes, his head resting on his pillow, her head heavy on his shoulder, Jeff found himself filled with dread, overwhelmed by his own insignificance as the universe stretched out so wide above him. It was the small feeling he had known as a child, the weight he found he could only escape in the embrace of his mother’s arms, before she had gone. And now Kathy.
Lord Malinov, Flowers of Malinov