Friday, March 28, 2014

First Lines: Joanna Scott - The Manikin


The winter of 1846, when half of everything alive succumbed to the cold, has been stored for over eighty years in the mysterious mind common to the species, and though the owl didn't experience that winter, she remembers it - the poisonous smell of the air, the frost that pinned feathers to skin, the famine.

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