One-half of Deux Lectrices, writing about the things I read.
Was that me shrieking like that?
Was I really being wrapped in their hot, flapping wings? Smothered? Choked?
How did I break away?
Was I being chased now by six growling piglike creatures with sharp, pointed teeth curling from their twisted mouths?
Christ, I hope these are rhetorical questions because if she doesn't know...