Tuesday, December 18, 2012

On A Red Station Drifting Excerpt - Aliette de Bodard

"The world wobbled and crumpled, as if it were a sheet of paper the spirits had punched through. There was a presence in the room; the text shimmered, the letters becoming subtly distorted, the red of the walls taking on an oily sheen, like fish sauce mixed with grease, and a wind too cold to be any draught. It was all she could do not to fall to her knees, her mind struggling to cope with it all…" 3.5 out of 5 http://aliettedebodard.com/2012/12/18/preorders-open-for-on-a-red-station-drifting/

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