Is this how humanity waves good-bye?
Hell no.

“I looked past him, to the sea framed in the arched opening of the wall, to the …”

“You are the human clay," Vosch whispers fiercely in my ear. "And I am Michelang…”

“The cold stars spun to the ancient rhythm, the august march of an everlasting s…”

“None of it had prepared him, however, for this naked confrontation with gross i…”