“…the soft blanket of summer wrapped them all in her warm embrace. Around the swimming beagles, bright stars danced on rippling waters like a thousand little fishes of light scurrying in a sea of darkness.

Night is a time of reflection. Not of stars in water only, but of times past and times to come. And such a night was this.”

– Roy H. Williams,
   Destinae, part 2, chapter 4