Daniel Phillips’s Reviews > Miracleman, Book Three: Olympus > Status Update

...he struck. Struck mortally...and the warm-smith, eyes gone somewhere cold, somewhere beyond the pain, faced death like some albino samurai and insolently stared it down...for just one vital instant longer.

Adrift in these erogenous zones. I hear gorgeous thunder sound in distant rooms and feel the energy she's freed, a grid of quickened pulses that sparks blue across the arc-gap between fingertips upon a cafe table, fires the human dynamo until its coils blaze white with power enough to make songs true...
...and stop the night...
...and turn the world.