Lizardhound

Sebastian was frighteningly enthusiastic about the idea. He counted it as a victory, and he said as much. Rhona nodded, but Lenny knew it was a calculated retreat. He prayed Sebastian did not find out, for everyone’s sake.   “Let’s go,” Sebastian commanded as soon as he had heard the plan. Lenny hauled himself to his feet. “The sooner we get this done, the better. I want to get underground.” Suddenly, Rhona was between them and the door, her hands on her hips. “Not even,” she snapped. “First, we lay done some ground rules. I don’t want you” – she thrust her finger into S

songbirds and grackles drop each wringing meaning from white noise utterances epiglottal without structure fall to silence