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  • …A shadow fell across me, from above. Wings flapped, close by and almost silent.

    Glistening wet, against the blackened sky, a monster, a giant winged gargoyle, hunched forward, pausing at a building's ledge, and cocked its head, following the Iaugh's last seconds.

    Moonlight glanced across its back, across its massive shoulders, down its craned, cabled neck, across its skull, striking a triangle at one pointed bat's ear.

    lt rose into space, its wings spread wide, then fell, its wings now a fluttering cape wrapped tight about the body of a man.

    It fell past me, its shadow slid across walls, growing to whole buildings, lit by the clouds below.

    The shadow faded into the clouds.

    It was gone.


    Frank Miller, Los Angeles 1988.



    The sighting of a new moon today heralds the beginning of Ramadan for a billion Muslims.

    While the faithful pray and fast and proclaim "Ramadan Mubarak", I'll be seeing the light of that midnight moon glance across the back of a childhood icon, once again a six-year old boy, watching the rooftops for a dark knight.

    Today, piety is a caped crusade.
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