Then the middle sister plucked the eye from her socket and placed it in Alice’s hand. The eldest dropped the tooth into Alice’s other palm. It felt warm, like a sleeping coal.
The three sisters stopped.
The eye was pressed into the middle sister’s socket. She blinked once, scanned the shore, and froze. “A child,” she whispered. “Fresh from the Above.” Searching for- Graias Alice in Action in-All Ca...
Alice had not intended to fall again. She had simply been trying to return a borrowed book to her neighbor, an eccentric collector of antiquities, when the stair beneath her foot gave way like a hinge of rotten cake. Down she tumbled—past ticking clocks, through a film of silver mist, and into a sky the color of a bruise. Then the middle sister plucked the eye from