Laurell K Hamilton
A Lick of Frost
I summon to the winding ancient stair;
Set all your mind upon the steep ascent,
Upon the broken, crumbling battlement,
Upon the breathless starlit air,
Upon the star that marks the hidden pole;
fix every wandering thought upon
That quarter where all thought is done:
Who can distinguish darkness from the soul.
From "A Dialogue of Self and Soul" by W.B.Yeats
(The Winding Stair, 1933)
TO JONATHON, WHO WALKS THE STAIR WITH ME.
The staff: Dark, Mary, and Sherry. Chaos would ensue without them.
Charles, who requested not to be Chief Security Officer as I put in the last acknowledgement, but to be Head Grunt. I should have remembered that his highest official rank had been sergeant. Sergeants work for a living; they are not officers.
My writing group; The Alternate Historians: Tom Drennan, Rett MacPhearson, Deborah Millitello, Marella Sands, and Mark Sumner. Insanity ensues with or without them, but with them, it's much more fun.