I wanted to ask her more questions, about the way the world was made, about death and dreams, but did not want to know the answers.
Chloe’s first instinct was to hustle Willy and Annie out of the zoo, lest they learn prematurely there was such a thing as atheism.
The metalman had always been behind her, its steel hooks eager to split her open, for as far back as she could remember.
I knew the streets. I were a quick strike and a wary eye, but this...
Something sat in the rugmaker's belly, small and solid and chill, and her husband's songs ceased to warm it.
The body's exposed intestines writhed with pale-pink caterpillars, Corpsewing larvae, a sight Yinghua found at once repulsive and fascinating.
...where she might well always be the jumped-up little Annamite to other Frenchmen—but what does it matter, if she has Raoul's love?
I considered what he had said now as I regarded the rain spirit. “I believe that there’s something the headman isn’t telling us.”
The Lord Buddha spoke to me that night. He said to take my hatchet, dust it off, and get to those towns and saloons out there. Those damnable pits of damnation.