The Lions of Al-Rassan by Guy Gavriel Kay

The evening is deep inside me forever.

Many a blond, northern moonrise,

like a muted reflection, will softly

remind me and remind me again and again.

It will be my bride, my alter ego.

An incentive to find myself. I myself

am the moonrise of the south.

—Paul Klee, The Tunisian Diaries


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