Written by There was no moon, but the stars — you’ve never seen stars, if you’ve only seen ‘em from England. They don’t twinkle faintly in the tropics, they blaze; and the sea … it was alive with phosphorescence. Our wake and our bow-wave were great swirling tracks made up of billions of spots of white light, and all the sea on both sides was full of deep glowing movements — fishes darting through the depths, great shimmering clouds and veils of shadowy color, little surges and whirlpools of light far below — once or twice in your life you get a night like that, and it’s a sight to leave you breathless.
— The Ruby in the Smoke, Philip Pullman