Wil huddled on his cot, his eyes peering through a crack in the wall that admitted rooftops and starlight.
The mattress’s straw stuffing didn’t cushion him from the hard wood underneath. Tonight, Father had hit him again. Wil had rolled with each blow, but he still stung.
My writing buddy read a recent story that I’m working on set in Aemon-Tor, my constructed world. I wrote that a character simultaneously saw a waxing gibbous and a waning crescent in the sky. He told me this was impossible.
Screeching halt.
Wait a second… is it? Now I’m inclined to believe his assertion, but it’d be just plain lazy to take his word for it! So I went and did research of my own. My thanks to Moon Connection for the chart below.