Excerpt from The LuministBy David Rocklin
October 15, 2011
In the morning, she made Eligius a part of it. First, the water. Three full buckets brought from the sea. After the water, the silver nitrate crystals.
Eligius sifted the glistening sand. He listened to the names for these things. The sand, the glass, the beast itself. Camera. The memsa’ab called out the words from Holland’s correspondence; each piece took its place.