In this week’s Six Sunday, we get our second glimpse of the clockpunk Pied Piper himself!
(Because yes, miraculously, I am somehow still consistently working on the same project! Without flouncing away to do twenty-odd other projects like I always end up doing instead! What is this sorcery?)
He was beautiful in the way of knives.
Purposeful but cold, sharp-edged but smooth, haloed in a dangerous shine.
And something of the unnatural seemed to rumble inside his skin, like raw ores being heated and hammered far beyond what most others could stand.
But she found him beautiful all the same.
She wanted to watch, to follow him down; to see just how much of this pressure she too could stand. She wanted to see what new shape she would take when she herself rose, to see if she too would be as sharp as he, or even sharper still.