clown-like makeup, just like her sister. Her mouth was wide enough that I could drive the royal chariot right into it. The demon’s red lipstick was smeared all over her face. A scattering of black hairs, about as thick and long as my thumb covered the very top of the pink mass. She stank of diseased skin, even from here. The scent reminded me of a guy I’d once known who’d almost had to have his toes amputated because of athlete’s foot that had gotten so bad it’d developed into gangrene.
