"You're
here and not here. The Ten won't let me out. Don't I need to go
out?" It felt like I was buzzing in his ear like an air-dragon.
C's shoulder was steady in this unsteady, unreal place ... like a rock in the
rapids, something to cling to. He didn't turn his head to look at me, but
he was looking at me, somehow. "No, you need to stay here," he says,
utterly calmly. "You're safe, don
Published on March 22, 2012 19:03