Tuesday, August 14, 2012

Ironskin 1 A House Cracked and Torn - Tina Connolly

"Jane stared. The masks were as grotesque as the doorknocker. Each was uniquely hideous, and yet there was a certain similarity in the way the glistening skin fell in bags and folds. Clearly they were all made by the same artist, but what sort of man would create these monstrosities—and who would buy them? They would fit a person, but surely no one would wear them, even for a whimsy like that masked cocktail party Helen had attended. In the flickering oil light they looked hyper-real, alive. Like something fey from the old days, before trade had given way to war.She lifted her veil to see more clearly, reached up to touch one sagging cheek. “Do you like my collection?” Jane jumped back, wrapping her veil close." 3.5 out of 5 http://www.tor.com/stories/2012/07/ironskin-excerpt