THE BONE MASON (NYARLATHOTEP)

 

THE BONE MASON (NYARLATHOTEP)
"He’s a walking bone; smooth and yellow, his teeth all one and sharp, like the edge of a chisel."

"You’d think he’d walk stiff but he moves smooth as a ball joint."

"You’d think he’d be weak but when he chisel-smiles your bones turn to rubber and your blood to jelly and all you want is for him to rub you stiff with his long, hard fingers. All you want is for your bones to knit together so you can join him on his long, slick walk."

"When he leaves you he takes the tiniest bones with him, the ones he says you won’t need (the stapes, the incus and the malleus). Even so, you call after him, 'Thank You,' because you love him and want him to return. He turns and says something, his face full of love and affection, but you cannot hear his response."

Kaaron Warren, The Bone Mason
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