“Her spine cracked, and her horns broke off in odd places…” — On a Dark, Cold Night at 13:29
“Her spine cracked, and her horns broke off in odd places, and her claws chipped, and her green lace gown tore, and she pried herself off that rock. She climbed those vines down and down and down, and felt grass under her freezing gray toes, and she found it to be soft. The wind blew past her marbled hair, and she…”
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