“Through the hushed night, over the dark, velvety water, his boat glided silently. So silently, and with so little evidence leftover to prove its presence, that it was almost as though it weren’t there at all. The light sweep of air its movement made blew apart his cloak in wisps, only to be regenerated seconds later and then blown off again. His light was the lantern and the moon, his companions the bats, who were smart enough to keep their distance.” – Emily Kinney, author of The Island of Lote