正文预览

第8章 被鄙视了

Where there should have been eyes, there was only thin, gray scabbed skin, stretched blankly over empty sockets. But there was a mouth… a gaping, shapeless hole, sucking the air with the sound of a death rattle.

wore horn spectacles on her nose, and black mittens on her hands.

You’re not turning your head to look after more moths, are you?

with a tea-spoon.’

white-upturned wond'ring eyes Of mortals that fall back to gaze on him

Yeah, I'll bet he has to.

world, I understand yours. Do you hear me when I tell you that,

ZIGGER

would be the dangerous villain—the man I hate—gone; another