“In the Empire of the Moon, we worship the great circle in the sky, a crown on the night. We all suffer his judgment, whether you believe in his divinity or not. That isn’t important. No one can deny his lofty purity, the faceless grace of his slow dance across the void. It’s no wonder our ancestors built an Empire in his name, though I doubt even they lived up to his image. The monks who write our ever-shifting laws and punish our sacrilege can only hope to soar so high.”