“Gods, she realized, Atlas was larger than Zeus! His arms were like tree trunks and his chest was shaped like a wine vat. His muscles had muscles. He could only sit or recline; standing would have torn the roof off the building. His skin was whitish pink from having the dark heavens so close to him for eternity and never really seeing the sun. His teeth, she saw when he yawned, were rounded and bulbous, like large onions. But it was his hair that caused Pandy’s skin to prickle. It was everywhere.... The thick black hairs on his legs were only the start. The hair on his head stuck out at least half a meter on all sides; his eyebrows were one black snake across his forehead. His arms were covered with thick patches of hair protruding at odd angles, and his black beard, braided and beaded in some places, which Pandy had only glimpsed outside, hung down almost a full meter. Then Pandy saw his tusk. Tusk? She waited for him to move his head, even a little. When he did, to yawn yet again, she saw that it wasn’t a tusk at all but a giant yellowish gray hair, twice as thick as any other, about as big around as a big squash and at least a meter in length, growing straight out of one nostril.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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