Blackwater Val
Not possible, no, Richard’s mind gibbered.
These nocturnal plants peaked only once a year, twice at the most. Ugly ducklings, Michelle used to brag, that opened into swans and took your breath away. Night-blooming cereus encircled them, the same weedy hothouse flowers his wife used to grow, bursting into glorious life here in late September, in a lightless cellar yet. Spiny clusters of white all yawning together, and perfuming the air. Running riot down here where they should not be.
인기 회차