“Sweet Crescent Moon..." he whispered, his lips barely able to form the word. He began to shiver. "Up in the sky..." He hummed a few bars of the song, a lullaby that seemed barely familiar. "You sing your song so sweetly... so sweetly... after sunshine passes..." The last word hovered unspoken as he stopped shuddering and lay still, his blue eyes staring upward like empty marbles.”
Book:Cress
