Saturday, November 24, 2018

First Paragraph

I can squeeze between buildings through spaces you can't even see. I can walk behind you so close my breath raises goose-flesh on your neck and you won't hear me. I can hear the muscles in your eyes contract when your pupils dilate. I can feed off your filth and live in your house and sleep under your bed and you will never know unless I want you to.

- From King Rat by China MiƩville

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