The cover was a patchwork of different leathers and fine fabrics; the neat zig-zagging stitches served a practical function as well. The textures - silk here, velvety suede there, and here again a stiff brocade - were a magnificent feast for the fingertips.
Opening the book, there was neither coverpage nor title, only a chart of the phases of the moon.
Opening the book, there was neither coverpage nor title, only a chart of the phases of the moon.
