Chapter 315 Insects
- Calloway Street was four blocks of burning trucks and people flat on the tarmac when the woman straightened up out of the crater.
- She wore a long coat the colour of wet coal. The mask across her face was carved bone, white and polished, and it covered her from hairline to chin.
- "You are wrecking my town," she said. Her voice came out of the mask filtered and flattened, like a radio caught between two stations.