I turn on the overhead light in the kitchen, noting that its cake-shaped glass bowl is full of dead moths.

Were we, class? so when Tyler finally handed over the weird, translucent, egg-shaped moonstone and Mason immediately brought it to Katherine, I didn't let out a full-on gasp.

She is in her kitchen, which occupies one prong of a star-shaped house with walls that are full of Windows but free of art.