Dark branches began to grow out of his body, "Please, stay away from me." he stammered. "Why?" I asked. "Because, I'm a monster, you'll be executed for even knowing me." I didn't want to hear this, I walked towards him and placed my hand on his shoulder, "You're the bravest, kindest, most wonderful person ever. The real monsters are those who want to hurt you."
In that moonlit hour, I acquired a sense of the otherness of things. I liked the feeling the moonlight gave me, as if it wasn’t the opposite of day, but its underside, its private side, when the fabulous purred on my snow-white sheet like some dark cat come in from the desert. ~ Jerry Spinelli