“Irene blinks, stumbles and reaches for the door handle, moves out into the corridor to find the pendant lamps swinging - an odd, narcotic motion, gold glass casting queasy shadows on the floor. [..] It would barely be discernible to the untrained eye but the house, she knows, has risen just a little, just as it is calibrated to do.”
The imagery in this book is beautiful, I’m putting sticky tabs on every page
— Feb 08, 2025 05:05PM
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