Hannibal at eighteen was rooting for Mephistopheles and contemptuous of Faust, but he only half-listened to the climax. He was watching and breathing Lady Murasaki...
It rubs the lotion on its skin. It does this whenever it is told.
The very air had screams smeared on it. He flinched from the noise in this silent room.
I ate his liver with some fava beans and a nice chianti
He was numb except for dreading the loss of numbness.
It's hard... to shake off something that's already under your skin.