“The Touched took a smooth dancing step to stand before Eliles. “And for you, my little girl with eyes of blue, cousin mine, with eyes more colors than mine own, who’s end I cannot see. Will we see, speak, hear again? Will we dance before or after eternity’s end? For you and you alone a gift with name unearned.” The Touched cupped his hands, and when he opened them a blinding light emanated, forcing Ivin to avert his eyes. When the intensity faded he turned to look, and in the man’s bony palm rested a crescent moon, like a ten-inch blade of a curved knife.”