“In that precious, frail time between night and dawn was when they would dance. Hardly a soul still lived who had witnessed this odd display of splendor, for nowadays there were few who had the patience or stillness to wait for such events. They were creatures easily startled, after all, and were covetous of their meager dancing opportunities. Dealing with prying humans was an annoying hindrance.” – Emily Kinney, author of The Island of Lote