The moonlight was enough. It would do.

“He stared down at the golden curls of the Adversary, Destroyer of Kings, Angel …”

“We weren't arguing,” said the bear. “Because we can't talk.” Then it said, “Oop…”

“You're a big one,[...] a tall drink of water, but I got to tell you, you don't …”

“And I thought, eight years ago, when I began carefully charting the progress of…”