Her Spell Part Two
It was autumn, but only because the calendar decreed it thus. Summer still lurked in the bushes and slipped in unseen behind the wind and hovered, flat and thick, near the ground, refusing to surrender territory it had spent three months subduing and colonizing. The sun rose later and fell earlier, in the normal rhythm, but even that seemed to be either a cause or an effect of the confusion of the seasons, not the conventional working of the solar system. It was a confusion of that scope...