DCI Thomas Nightingale

Laertes snaps his palm closed over the light, then spreads his fingers and starts to form it again almost at once. It gathers threads faster, now, winding and plying late spring over early summer, growing thick and round at the center. "Lux," says Laertes, and the werelight blossoms into light again. This time, it gives off the very faintest heat, no warmer than skin.