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Eyeing her as a critic eyes a doubtful painting.

...she shot him in the face as he slid down the door facing and she shot him in the face as he sat on the floor and she ran to him and shot him twice in the face as he sprawled against the wall, scalp down to his chin and his hair on fire.

The boy's candlecolored skin was all but translucent.

Smoked like it was fuel and he was going to get every last inch to the gallon.

Thump Milton loomed over Ree, a fabled man, his face a monument of Ozark stone, with juts and angles and cold shaded parts the sun never touched.

We swam in sunshine and in rain; we swam in the morning, when the sea was sluggish as soup, we swam at night, the water flowing over our arms like undulations of black satin; one afternoon we stayed in the water during a thunderstorm, and a fork of lightning struck the surface of the sea so closer to us we heard the crackle of it and smelt the burnt air.

Above the front door the fanlight glowed blue, delicate as wing-bones.

It was as hot as ever, even the turn of the moon bringing no relief, and the cries of cicadas fell like showers around me.

What a wonderful description.