The Night Folds - Paperback

by Billie Arthur (Author)

When will the sun kiss my shoulders? Or will my fear of flaying restrict and remand me to my cellar where all pining quietly perishes with not a fight or feeble cry? Yearn ever I for the tender licks of languid saltwater on my skin, longing only still for warm sand stuck to my sinews. So pleasant a dream and widely separate from the black treacle round my ankles, acting as shackles.