Chapter 10
breath of fire! grasped by a queen
words hazy, melt like anger
“This way,” the man droned, clearly too bored for life.
He ushered me into the mansion and set off at a decidedly slow pace. Good thing, too, since I could barely remember to walk as my brain melted under the onslaught of color. Everywhere you looked, art pieces threatened to outdo one another. Riotous mosaics littered the walls, abstract sculptures stood in rows, and between them, vines ran like feathery boas. The floors themselves were difficult to process, each octagonal tile a different texture, different color, different pattern.
“Is the whole house like this?” I wondered out loud.
“I beg your pardon?” Squinty asked, but I didn’t bother answering. I sensed his question had been more out shock that I dared
