Stars were falling across the sky myriad and random, speeding along brief vectors from their origins in night to their destinies in dust and nothingness.

“E se eu te dissesse que ele é um deus?O velho abanou a cabeça. Já não acredito …”

“He did not know how hawks mated but he knew that all things fought.”

“Do you have any notion of how goddamned crazy you are?”

“The truth about the world, he said, is that anything is possible. Had you not s…”