“Artus Blavatski”
“Around seven o’clock, Artus tapped lightly on his door and silently beckoned him into the seniors’ living room. Not having spent much time with Blavatski, Skylar studied him before either of them spoke. Small and delicately built, Artus had the face of a pure-hearted monk. A full mustache and beard covered his lips, cheeks, and chin; his glistening eyes, the color of fallen oak leaves, appeared to invite whomever they rested on into their owner’s soul for communion. His hands, delicate like his body and artistically sensitive, seemed built to caress or soothe whatever they touched. Artus sat with one leg crossed over the other like a yogi and smiled with as much true benignity as the younger student had ever seen.” (from “Remembering Eternity”)