I know he’s waiting for me to figure it out for myself. We stand at the edge of a precipice; the seemingly endless expanse stretched before us is made even more treacherous by the sheer drop which precedes it. Her hair is bronze, glinting under an unknown light source. Of course I will acquire more clay before tomorrow. No way! And, for a woman who usually talks a lot, I find that the silences between us tend to be surprisingly lovely. You promised me that I could help convince my family. We can’t exactly take a walk to the corner shop and pay for a container full with a diamond now, can we?”
“That will not be necessary, Selena. As if to reflect his mood, Asmodeus’ dream is dark and hostile. I can’t exactly tell him that I’ve dyed my hair and worked on my tan since he last saw us.”
My hand leaves a dark print on his skin where the salt removes the clay of his disguise.
