“Go to hell, I whispered. The night darker than ever, leaned in against the window panes.”
“I looked to the window. Patch was gone, but a single black feather was pressed to the outer pane, held in place by last night's rain. Or angel magic.”
“There is no darkness like that of a confined space. It's darker than the inside of eyelids, and darker than the night.”
“Everything seems different at night. Defined. Beyond the window, the world is full of shadows, all pressed together in harsh relief, somehow sharper than they ever were in daylight.Sounds seem sharper,too, at night. A whistle. A crack. A child's whisper.”
“March, rain at the windows, and he had to be up at five the next morning. He listened to the click and patter of drops against the panes.”
“Every star was darker than the night before it awoke.”