Book 18SkyeThere’re only two types of people who would ever remotely consider calling Lunaria home.The wolves of the small towns and rural pack territories that dot the eternally icy, always dark frozen wasteland so far north of Crescent Falls that the sun only rises a few inches over the horizon for three months out of the year… and people like me–intellectuals. Researchers. Souls chasing the unexplainable with new scientific methods and theories even magic can’t decipher. People who haven’t been outside in weeks because the daily negative sixty-degree low is cold enough to freeze eyeballs in less than ten minutes. Crazy people. I digress.I love it here. The darkness. The stars. The endless, flat landscape of ice against the wash of the aurora, painting the sky in shades of emerald and pale pink every night… and day, in reality. It’s fall, a week before the official start of the semester, and already the sun has failed to rise for several days, barely poking above the horizon, gi
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