2 Quotes by Kieran Larwood

It crawled into your lungs like poured concrete, then sat there leaking poisonous chemicals into your blood.

It was about then that she realised that the eel’s skin wasn’t quite normal. The few miserable specimens she had seen at the fishmarket had been a grey-green colour, as sickly-looking as the river water they’d been hooked from. This one was bright red. And completely smooth all the way down. No gills, no fins, no head.