Status Updates From Sin amor (Spanish Edition)

However hard she tried, she couldn't free herself from the persistent clutch of the unseen tentacles, sticky-soft and tenacious as spiders' webs, which, as soon as she liberated one sense, stealthily wound another in their clinging mesh...the world was reduced to shadows, unrelated to her.

For a second, he saw her as a sort of snow queen, robed in the iridescent diamond-shimmer of frost; forever frozen, white, hard, inaccessible, under shifting resplendency of the northern lights. And, though these arctic fancies came and went in a flash, they left him with an impression of cold, which seemed to emanate from an icy core within her--a kind of secret ice-spine that would never melt.

And now that it was all over, now that she felt she had finished with the human race, that she loathed and detested them all, defiling and despoiling the globe with their litter and hateful noisy machines, her thoughts turned gratefully to the lonely regions men couldn't contaminate; to the deserts and polar ice caps and, above all, to the mountains.