Flamey

‘Kate Apwey,’ said Slider. / ‘Yes, that’s her.’ He lifted his flamey eyes to Slider’s face. ‘I hate her name! I hate her! She could be with him all the time, any time! But how could he do it?’

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She’d touched this paper, and what’s more, she’d been thinking of him. He brought it to his nose; there was the scorched, faintly acrid scent of violets he associated with her, with her cigarettes and flamey eyes and the slow-burning fuse of her central core (all the more bewitching under cool blue wraps).

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What’s best? Orange flamey weapons, green lasery ones, blue chevron-shaped things or red balls?

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“Fallen angels are fallen for a reason,” Val told her. “And sweetie, I’ve learned way too much in the past couple of days about false exteriors. So why don’t you quit the act?” / Her eyes widened. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” / Val just fixed her with an icy glare. “Drop it. I saw your flamey eyes inside—you must have lost your concentration or something. Had me going, too. I thought you were a fallen angel all this time.[…]”

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