And each stroke of his tongue ripped off skin after successive skin, all the skins of a life in the world, and left behind a nascent patina of shining hairs. My earrings turned back to water and trickled down my shoulders; I shrugged the drops off my beautiful fur.
Angela CarterAbout author
- Author's profession: Novelist, Writer
- Nationality: english
- Born: May 7, 1940
- Died: February 16, 1992
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