He couldn’t see it, but he could feel it. Also, its breath was smoke, which meant that his bed appeared to be on fire. He tried to meet its gaze but couldn’t quite tell where to look. He felt its claws kneading him. “You don’t exist on this side of the park.” This one thinks it knows everything. ...
Some looked nervous, while others were too drunk to care. A few women circled the steps, uncertain as to whether they should take the plunge. They wore head scarves and exchanged quick, calibrating glances with each other. Do I know her? Didn’t I see her at the tower, yesterday morning? Does she ...