There is no difference among the worded sleep; she knows that.

You can go to see the man about his duck. He doesn’t much like people, but he’ll talk to you.

Refugees of the soul.

There is no air-body floating skyward. Only sky-body, in air.

There is. There is no.

There are no more eyes.

These are the costs and the conditions of magic.

xxOiii

Yes, of course he knew his own face. It was his dislocation from his face that made it look so strange to him; the way it, and the body too of course, carried on without him.

Citizen of the eye.

I have been told to keep things simple, sensible, shiny; to keep it shiny.