| Her hand, very cold, settled
on my... 49 |
[Feb. 5th, 2010|02:57 am] |
Her hand, very cold, settled
on my forearm"Edgar, she's awake!"
"Who? Elizabeth, who? Perse?"
She shuddered backward in her chairIt was as if
an electrical current were passing through her
The hand on my arm tightenedHer coral nails
punched through my skin, leaving a quartet of red
crescentsHer mouth opened, exposing her teeth
this time in a snarl instead of a smileHer head
went backward and I heard something in there snap
"Catch the chair before it goes over!" Wireman
roared, but I couldn't - I had only one arm, and
Elizabeth was clutching it
Hadlock grabbed one of the push-handles and the
chair skittered sideways instead of toppling
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