As Roran watched, the man's arms, neck, and chest shriveled, and his bones appeared in sharp relief-from the bowlike curve of his collarbones to the hollow saddle of his hips, where his stomach hung like an empty waterskin. His lips puckered and drew back farther than they were intended to over his yellow teeth, baring them in a grisly snarl, while his eyeballs deflated as if they were engorged ticks being squished empty of blood, and the surrounding flesh sank inward.
Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.
Saint Odd
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Her direct stare probed, as if the story of my life were written in my eyes in a few succinct lines that she could read.
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