A fly buzzed over her shoulder making her think of the bodies inside, at the way the flies would be landing on them, at the opalescent maggots that would hatch and tunnel, multiplying endlessly, spreading like an infection until black flies covered the room in a shifting carpet, until all anyone could hear was the whirring of their glassy wings.
-Holly Black
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