“In a feverish fantasy, I imagined that there had been a time, when the world was young, that stars filled the sky – made it a solid sheet of light arching over the earth. But one by one, the starts began to die – and Man, having a poor memory, began to believe that the sky had always been black.”

Excerpt from The Celebrated Carousel of the Margravine of Blois by Megan Arkenberg.