Eidolon Avenue: The First Feast
“He’s nobody.”
She shook her head. “No, there’s a lot of . . . I don’t know.” Her breath grew ragged. “There’s more than one. I don’t like them. Their eyes, they’re dark. Like people, but not people. And their fingers are like scary claws. And the smell, they smell, it’s—” Her cheeks blushed as she fought for breath, her chest rising and falling in quick jerks. “I don’t . . . I don’t like it.”
“I’m telling you, man,” Brody said. “She’s fucking loony tunes.”
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