They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars.
That was a long time ago.
The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn.”
Let me just say that I’ve skipped many meals and probably did my bladder a huge disservice while devouring the pages of this first of six books in Daniel Arenson’s Moth Saga. An absolute page turner it was, had me metaphorically licking my fingers with every chapter. I simply could not put it down and when I did so―very briefly―I returned to my room and booted up my laptop with every intention of finishing the movie that Daniel’s prowess at creating vivid imagery had led me to believe I’d been watching prior to the “interlude”. I kid you not it took me a few seconds to remember that it had been a book I was just reading.
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