Date: 2013-03-02 07:58 pm (UTC)
Most human souls shine like little lightbulbs, dim and steady until they break; this one flickers and smokes, like the candles in the convent when the doors flew open, the ones that fought to stay alight so she couldn't look away. Brilliant.
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