This chapter has my mom's favorite line: Growing moon. Angry cat. Feather on the wind. Autumn comes. The grass dies.
Also, of note, I took Lily out Trick or Treating, and she said to her friend, "I'm reading a really good book with my dad, Roger Zelazny's A Night in the Lonesome October? Have you ever read it?" While I'm afraid my immediate circle of friends has given her a distorted impression of Zelazny's popularity, I am very pleased to be raising a second generation Zelazny evangelist.
Lily had a lot of questions about the specifics of the shadow ritual, which I was't able to answer beyond "That's just how it functions." We also had this interesting exchange.
"Are Morris and MacCab openers or closers?" I asked.
"I'm pretty sure they're openers," Graymalk said.
"Yes," Cheeter agreed. "They are."
"What about the Good Doctor?"
"Nobody knows. The divinations keep going askew for him."
Lily: Is he even a player?
Me: What do you mean?
Lily: He doesn't seem to do anything. He just hangs around on the outskirts.
Me: *steeples fingers*
Her attention wandered a bit during the shadow ritual, and I do think it is a bit longer than it needs to be. Still, we enjoyed it.