10:02.08:107

Many authors would change the name of she-who-must-not-be-named, out of some kind of voodoo-blackened carnie superstition, or most likely because they stay up late at night, sleepless, sweating, paralyzed to think or act, let alone write, out of the pure fear their particular name inspires.

10:01.08:106

Standing there, now looking at the impossible blackness and the billion points of hollow light, I could only think to myself that in fact, each of these stars ended up exactly where they were supposed to be.