“For a feral beast who knew nothing but all-consuming hunger and the unmatched bliss of sating same, he announced himself politely enough: with a soft knock against the underside of my vessel. Manners or no, that knock scared the ever-loving shit out of me. For one, the cave was so damned dark, phantom colors swam before my eyes, my meat-suit’s synapses misfiring in the absence of stimuli. Bobbing hands-bound in the water with neither any means of navigation nor landmarks by which to guide my wa...y, I could do nothing but wait – and listen, and dread – so that first knock only served to ratchet up the tension in nerves already frayed to breaking. And for two, the knock was my first indication of Ricou’s apparent size, because although he seemed to barely brush against the boat’s wooden hull, connecting with neither speed nor malice but instead a kind of awful patience, the rowboat responded by lifting a good six inches upward in the water, settling back down as he glided silently away.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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