“She tied off the left sleeve of her coat, moved out of the apartment and into the hallway, missing the forearm already but resolved to leaving it… A single forearm was well-worth the escape.”

Again, it is such a shame that so many good books have to bear such ugly covers on their surface.

I suspect that Rae Bryant’s The Indefinite State of Imaginary Morals might really be worth reading from the beginning to the end, but I’m not completely sure about it.

I mean, abrasive is a surface. Only apply abrasives to another surface, superface. Ugly becomes superugly.

Wanna give it a try anyway? It’s here.