A.M. Dellamonica

“That’s—” Sophie said. “That’s a skull.” “It’s my father,” Dracy said. “He had his teeth scripped to shine as the sun. The intention survived his death.” “Was it literally sunshine?” Sophie’s mind spun through implications. A constant flood of solar radiation in the mouth—hadn’t it burned? Could he give others sunburn, then? Did he die of cancer? Couldn’t they have just made a magic lantern? Had Dracy kept it for sentimental reasons? Dracy replied with a gesture that was less than a shrug, more than a twitch. Sophie was coming to realize it came standard issue among these people: It meant “Don’t know, don’t care.” She added magical solar radiation and Can a whole people be fundamentally incurious? to the continually growing list of things she had to find out,”
― A.M. Dellamonica, Child of a Hidden Sea