like an anthropologist or a something?"
"Both really. Thats the best way of putting it. "
"An anthropologist with a big, goddamed sword," said Lulu.
"God will put his angels in charge of you to protect you wherever you go. You will trample down lions and snakes, fierce lions and poisonous snakes," recited the Count. "Self-preservation is no vice. If a black widow spider tried to bite Charles Darwin, I doubt he would have had much guilt about crushing it under his boot. Loving life doesnt mean being soft. "
"Amen to that," said Shrike.
When the sun was almost directly overhead and the sky was unbearably bright, they rested in the belly of a ruined metal storage tank in a scattering of industrial ruins. The night and first part of the day had been rough. Now, they drank water and ate dried meat and what little bread hadnt been lost in the fight the night before. Things buzzed gently in the ground beneath them. If he werent so tired, Spyder imagined that he might have found this alarming.
Later, Shrike lay down beside Spyder. "Thousand fingers massage," he said.
"What?"
"The buzzing downstairs. It doesnt feel so bad. "
"Mmm," Shrike said and was asleep against him. -Spyder closed his eyes and in a few moments, he, too, was asleep.
Spyder was in a scrapyard like the lot behind Santos Raye and Iggy Atkinsons chop shop, only this scrapyard stretched to the horizon in all directions. Piles of dead cars burned in the distance, sending up gushers of flame and black smoke that boiled together like entwined snakes in the sky. Spyder looked down at the ground. It was wet and bones protruded from the red soil. The burning cars threw hi
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