Marissa Meyer

Sybil tells me your little festival is an annual occurrence," she said, the cadence of her voice swooning like a lullaby. "Yes," Kai said, lifting a shrimp wonton between his chopsticks. "It falls on the ninth full moon if each year. " "Ah, how lovely for you to base your holidays on the cycles of my planet. " Kai wanted to scoff at the word planet but sucked it back down his throat.