“I love the way your body shines in moonlight, Cordelia.”
My array of eyes adjust to the darkness, and what, eighty years ago, I could never have seen before, blooms into focus. The tattoos, filled with naughty, steganographic memories, flare in the ultraviolet.
And you wear ultraviolet so … view
A rabbit will always run in a circle if you chase it. This is of no use to a lone hunter; a rabbit could easily outrun Jorek even were she well-fed and rested. But if Tiren-pa could hobble out to the other side of the stand of saplings … view