but as each trace drew color to itself, and another stroke was laid upon it, and another upon that, it became apparent that forms were steadily emerging from the chaos. Where, dream-moments ago, there’d been only warp and weft, there were now five distinct human forms appearing from the flux, the invisible artist adding detail to the portraits with insolent facility. And now the voices of the bees rose, singing in the sleeper’s heads, gave names to these strangers. The first of the quintet to be called was a young woman in a long, dark dress, her small face pale, her closed eyes fringed with
...more
This highlight has been truncated due to consecutive passage length restrictions.
