The earthquakes in people's heads, half the city's population was cracked, a rabble of doom-merchants, psychos, ghouls. They could smell a funeral a mile off, and out they crawled, out of the woodwork. A funeral lit them up, it was like fuel, it kept them burning for days.

Rupert Thomson

Tag: burning funeral heads cracked earthquakes ghouls doom-merchants psychos

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