2013/08: New Amsterdam -- Elizabeth Bear
Tuesday, April 16th, 2013 07:47 pmNew Amsterdam -- Elizabeth Bear
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The blood was only a metaphor. It was that strength—and the lightness of body of the dead, freed of the weight of the grave by having passed through it—that gave Sebastien the ability to thrust his fingertips into the mortared cracks between the bricks, flex and press until fingertip ridges caught, and rise effortlessly along the hotel’s soot-stained facade. He felt, for the moment, a right bastard of a cliché. [loc. 3829]
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