M P Ericson books

Chimes from a Deeper Sea

Stars slept dim on a bed of night. Nisha peered at them, curious. She had never seen a faded star before. "Arundhati left us spares, of course." Manjusha eased one black-gloved hand into the box and picked out a star. She dropped it into the silvery pouch and held that out to Nisha, who hesitated...