The ceiling was a high dome of stained glass, gold-dyed stars scattered across

The ceiling was a high dome of stained glass, gold-dyed stars scattered across cerulean blue. The moonlight spilling through it danced over the crowd in whorls. Half a dozen long tables had been set, now holding only the remnants of what had certainly, hours ago, been an incredible banquet. floor, a hundred or so guests milling about dancing or gossiping as they sipped glasses of red wine —or blood. I recognized the familiar faces of Vincent’s court, but there were also plenty of foreigners.