Luneshale Pass sion

Nuestra Señora de Guadalupe, Guadalupe coming from wadi al-lupus, a chimera of Arabic and Latin meaning the valley of the wolf, our lady of the valley of the wolf.

Here she comes, with her corona pulsing gold and mulberry in turns, a winking dark star. Moises lies slack on the silica floor, his pupils blown out like the finger holes of a bowling ball

Everything is so horizontal. The horizon. The stunted trees. The air itself, which settles in layers above him like the haloclines of underwater caves, as sinister as they are beautiful. He is sure that if he stands up now he will be disobeying a natural order. If he stands up now he will not only die, but he will also take the rest of the world with him.

So he remains still, barely breathing, every muscle rigid, convinced he is keeping at bay total Armageddon.