“The Appanuqis turned Quinlan into a grotesque,” Jim said to Oswell.
“Yeah.”
Deftly maneuvering the crutch that was wedged beneath his left armpit and the wooden leg that had both an ankle and a knee hinge, Quinlan walked up the aisle. His blue and green eyes did not leave the Tall Boxer Gang as he proceeded. The repulsive appearance and awful presence of this individual terrified Beatrice, and she questioned whether or not he were truly a human being. Something heavy was slung over his shoulder, but she could not yet tell what it was that he carried.
Upon the dais, Alphonse erected and opened the ladder.
The crutch clacked down the aisle, and false leg squeaked. Quinlan reached the platform steps, walked over to the Tall Boxer Gang, pulled the burden from his back, and flung this mass
