indie’s Reviews > The Charioteer > Status Update

desperately sleepy so i am abandoning ship here for the eve.

"Lanyon put the pencil away and stood up. He had the whippy, dangerous spring of a bent rapier let go."

"Carter withered; he felt rubbishy, a mess of poorly articulated bones in an unsavory envelope."

"A lullaby sound of distant cricket floated with the dust in the heavy air [...] he was tunelessly, cozily bored."