“The skeleton picked up the second skull, so worn as to barely be recognisable as such. The vertebrae fell and rolled like… — J.A. Clement Copy Share Image
“It was a time of dark dreams. They washed in like flotsam on the night tide, slipping beneath doorways and window latches, rising through… — J.A. Clement Copy Share Image
“The skeleton picked up the second skull, so worn as to barely be recognisable as such. The vertebrae fell and rolled like beads from… — J.A. Clement Copy Share Image
