Masqued is very bad at perceiving what he’s like as a person from another person’s perspective. So he can’t tell you much about himself at all. He spends 50% of his time staring the grim-knuckled truth dead in the eye and the other 50% of his time pretending it doesn’t exist. And when he pretends it doesn’t exist, like magic, it doesn’t. People who engage in conversation with him automatically talk backwards and think sideways.

Persetelephone is an incandescent mother who takes care of wandering renegades, moon-struck orphans and anxious harbingers on her farm, way out past the east border. She teaches her guests to cook with blue-belles, find strangers in the stranger meadows and to swim the rhythm of the short-lived afternoonlia …

Kasperwish spends most of his time trying to figure out why on earth he loves everyone as much as he does. He completely loves everyone he has ever met, regardless of arguments, fundamental disagreements, past actions and mistakes. But why? Was it also because he traced every single action of everyone back through the years to an intention of love?

She can’t tell if it was the life before or the life after she got her clues from, it didn’t matter. She saw all the signs everyday of her life. The poems in the shadows, the messages in the songs that crept into her hours and the advice that came when two things happened at once. She ran an ice-cream truck her whole life, but that’s not how she survived.