“The half moon sailed high, sharp-winged shadows skimming across it, and the conical hills and the vine-shrouded trees washed silver-green under the moonlight had the look of a decaying city millennia after a great catastrophe.”

—  Lucius Shepard , book Green Eyes

Source: Green Eyes (1984), Chapter 15, p. 192

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