“Every second, ten stars set behind the black water in the west.”
Paul Bowles book Points in Time
Source: Points in Time (1982), p. 28
“That Loor's a handful, she is." - Spader (Black Water)”
— D.J. MacHale, book Black Water
Source: Black Water
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