Moonlight came through the arched window. Skellig sat before its frame, bowed forward. We saw the black silhouette of his pale face, of his bowed shoulders, of his wings folded upon his shoulders. At the base of his wings was the silhouette of his shredded shirt. He was covered in webs and use like everything else and his face was thin and pale. dead blue bottles scattered on his hair and shoulders. I shone the torch on his white face and black suit. | There were hundreds of creases and cracks all over his pale face. A few colourless hairs grew on his chin. He was younger than we first thought. |