Chapter 1
The bright moon is merely a sliver, a thin, shining fingernail appearing low in the sky. In a few minutes, it will drop below the horizon, hiding itself from my gaze. With my eye pressed against the lens of my telescope, I slowly turn the knob, bringing the celestial object into focus. Its craters and seas begin to appear sharp and distinct. I can make out shadows and mountains. Even though the waxing crescent isn’t revealing much of its body to me, I know the moon is growing. Soon it will be a half-moon, then full, then a waning crescent, and finally a new moon, completely hidden. The never-ending cycle. A crescent moon symbolizes new beginnings and positive change, according to one of my astronomy books. That may just be based on myths, but it’s something I can get into. I myself am hoping for changes. I move the telescope up just a bit, and — ah! there it is. “Hello, King Jupiter,” I say. “You’re looking especially jovial tonight.” I chuckle at my little joke. The moon and Jupiter a...