“One hundred-forty characters lay dead and buried. It was as good as over.”

“He would always, always live in this terrible Coventry where old gods went to die; gods who would never speak to him; and with no hope of return.”
“One hundred-forty characters lay dead and buried. It was as good as over.”
“Old and forgotten theatre curses slither and skitter through the frenzied carnage...”
“The walls crawl home to the quarry, the keyboard now a wave of carbons and electrons flittering in the chill air.”
“The resplendent song of the dawn chorus died a quiet death.”