The Night Inside [antikvár]

It took him two days to wake. His heart, which had beat only once every day, gradually began to expand and contract more rapidly. The blood that had crawled along the interior miles of his body as sluggishly as a glacier now began to melt and flow. Nerves sparked into life and set muscles twitching in reaction as contact was reestablished with the long-forgotten territories of hands and feet. As his body woke, so did his mind, drifting up from midnight oblivion to a twilight plain where dreams bloomed like Rousseau flowers, bright crimson, with teeth. Finally, after two nights of the moon's rise and fall had dragged his blood like tides through bis body, he opened his eyes and stared into utter darkness. His hands jerked then flopped back, twitching like pale fronded sea creatures. As his control over them returned, they