Tuan had grabbed the emergency fire extinguisher and was spraying anything that moved. As the frigid foam hit the moths they fell to the floor. Eventually the startled men recovered enough to start stomping and smashing. It was all over in under a minute. As soon as the room had calmed, Lien pushed the door open.
Mara’s Shadow by Quintin Gleim
“Don’t worry,” Tuan said, “we got them.” But his reassurance didn’t calm her. She stared in horror at his arm. There, just above his wrist, was a large red welt and a small trickle of blood.
Tuan stared at the bite, then looked at the Chinese officials. They were carefully turning the fallen cage upright again. Tuan slid his hand deep into the pocket of his lab coat.
5 May 1889
Nepal
Last night Nyima took me to visit her grandmother. The ugly
