”Is it true, then? That you fell from the stars?”
When Luna had come to she seemed, against all probability, to be at a garden party. She had slapped herself a couple of times, and the sunny terrace on which she rested had stayed resolutely, irritatingly solid. She had been at these kinds of parties before, as a server, and she had hated them then. After the first slap, one of them came and hovered at her elbow and caught her hand when she tried to stab herself in the leg with a fork.

Chapter Eight