The great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive.
Perhaps the House had heard Harvey wishing for a full moon, because when he and Wendell traipsed upstairs and looked out the landing window, there--hanging between the bare branches of the trees--was a moon as wide and as white as a dead man's smile.
We're both thieves, Harvey Swick. I take time. You take lives. But in the end we're the same: both Thieves of Always.
Wherever I go, I will speak of you with love.
