For the first 14 years of my life, I had very own Auntie Mame type of influence in the guise of my maternal grandmother Virginia Lane Moore. She would entertain me with stories of her world travels. Many that defied the imagination. Many more I'm sure shouldn't have been told to an underage child. But they were all very well told and acted out.
The Children of the Luminaries were stories she told me on the weekends I came over to stay (which was every weekend). They were tales of an ancient world, much like our own, in a Universe, much lik more...
