When Del had been quite small—five, or maybe six—she’d often dreamed about the sea. Not the sea she’d seen from the old pier, flat and empty, but the sea of the sky-piratesaS:DFLkql;wekjra;ljksdfalkjfdFUCKINGFUCK THIS FUCKING THING FOR A FUCKING FUCK of great flying cities filled with round white hi-houses, clustered together like frogspawn in a pond. lkajfd;lakjsf;lakjsfdla;kjfFUCKFUCK FUCK THIS ALL a;dslkfa;dflkalkfdaf GFUFKJCLSKDJFALKSJDFALKJFAFand there was a man with no face. A man with no... read more
