“Of all the fairy stories we tell our children,” said Arkady, “The Tale of the Greater Good is by far the most wicked.” “You sound like the fifth Karamazov brother.” Outside, the cold reduced everything to elemental purity. Traces of urine on the snow glittered like citrine quartz.
That is deliciously vicious: a taste of green arsenic smeared on an egg-white cloth.... I look forwards to the next installment in the Saga.
Thank you, Rob.
Agree. I can always taste and smell the scenes
Yes, she spins with words a reality more vivid than the one shared by my reading chair and tea.
What a great story.
Thank you--and thank you for stopping by.