they speak to one another through held glances, exasperated sighs and sharp, nervous movements. in hushed, dead languages i'd never understand. messages tapped through oak tables to each other.
they seemed so elite-the way they carried themselves; a...
EPIGRAPH "And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep."
—Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse Five
SYNOPSIS Dublin Academy of Liberal Arts; home of the ever-so small Cloud Watchers Club—And yet they never seem to leave their club room.
Three students, cloud and constellation hobbyists, enjoy spending their time slacking off while being just convincing enough for people to believe their club has any academic value at all. When two more to join their game of chance—secrets are revealed, things never meant to be seen, people never meant to be mentioned, an unspeakable crime, a stalker, the old unused typewriter to be dusted off and the splitting of relations.
THE MOONCHILDREN
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