The world is a clock winding down.I hear it in the winds icy fingers scratching against the window. I smell it in the mildewed carpeting and the rotting wallpaper of the old hotel. And I feel it in Teacups chest as she sleeps. The hammering of her heart, the rhythm of her breath, warm in the freezing air, the clock winding down.
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About Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea
Rick Yancey, The Infinite Sea.
Themes
- Time — Reflections on the passage of time and how we spend it