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incandescens) wrote2016-07-30 03:34 am
incandescens) wrote2016-07-30 03:34 am
yawning
Have been exhausted the last couple of nights. Understandable, but it's meant I haven't got much done. Must try and catch up now that it's the weekend.
Max Gladstone's new book Four Roads Cross is being an excellent read. This won't surprise anyone, I'm sure. Need more hours in the day to read it and everything else.
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She climbed for a long time in silence and the dark. A fat spider landed on her shoulder, skittered down her jacket sleeve, and brushed the back of her hand with feathery legs; she cupped it in her fingers and returned it to its wall and webs. The spider’s poison tickled through her veins, a pleasant tension like an electric shock or the way the throat seized after chewing betel nut. A rat king lived in the tower walls, but it knew better than to send its rat knights against a Craftswoman. They knelt as she passed.
-- Four Roads Cross, Max Gladstone
Max Gladstone's new book Four Roads Cross is being an excellent read. This won't surprise anyone, I'm sure. Need more hours in the day to read it and everything else.
---
She climbed for a long time in silence and the dark. A fat spider landed on her shoulder, skittered down her jacket sleeve, and brushed the back of her hand with feathery legs; she cupped it in her fingers and returned it to its wall and webs. The spider’s poison tickled through her veins, a pleasant tension like an electric shock or the way the throat seized after chewing betel nut. A rat king lived in the tower walls, but it knew better than to send its rat knights against a Craftswoman. They knelt as she passed.
-- Four Roads Cross, Max Gladstone