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A review by ktjawrites
A Song for Quiet by Cassandra Khaw
5.0
Plain and simple, when Khaw writes, I read.
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“The patrons' faces—they're melting, slowly, chunkily. Fat puddling in clavicles, warm yellow gunk. Sinew dripping, reknitting over eyes and noses, until only grinning mouths remain, the lips pulled so far back that every tooth goes on parade.”
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“The patrons' faces—they're melting, slowly, chunkily. Fat puddling in clavicles, warm yellow gunk. Sinew dripping, reknitting over eyes and noses, until only grinning mouths remain, the lips pulled so far back that every tooth goes on parade.”