Milo POV
Lyra and I sleep in shifts.
At least, we try to.
The truth is that we’re both so keyed up about everything that it’s hard to sleep at all. When it’s supposed to be my turn to sleep, I spend more time going over and over the things those mysterious Moon Casters said to us. Re-examining their strange clothes and the sigils on their faces in my mind. Trying to figure out who they could be, since they’re like nothing I’ve ever seen before.
When I’m up and Lyra is supposed to be sleeping, I do my best to keep quiet so that she can get the rest she needs, but it doesn’t really seem to work. Every time I look over at her, her pale eyes are open, glinting in the light of the waning moon.
And I think, those Moon Casters were so powerful during a waning moon. What would they be like i
