- Vol. 04
- Chapter 05
The hand pressed down through water hazy with ice, pressing down, pushing down. Her mouth opened: frozen hell burned her throat, slid into her lungs like molten lead.
Urgent splay of fingers, black against the white light (tunnel? sun? didn’t matter), the thick, turgid fluid forming delicate vortices around each displacing digit— dying, her eyes could see their traceries as they moved through space and time:
After a lifetime spent assuming that every hand was against her, it never occurred to her that the hand was there to pull her up.