“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
Thomas hefted the crowbar in his hands, feeling the familiar balance, the weight of the cast iron, seeing the pits and dents in the metal, the scrapes in the paint, the shine of the twin sharpened steel tips of the claw as he inserted it under the old … view