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| Grandma 's laughing fit 1 |
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| Grandma's laughing fit 2 |
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| Father declares war on the village |
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| The Thing "There once was a thing so huge you could hear the floorboards creak as it moved around the house; you could swim in its footprints and wash in its snot. It would walk around and tear the tops off mountains and suck on the glaciers before crunching on the stone" |
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| Father declares war on village - close up top |
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| Father declares war on village - close up bottom |
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| Father with army of followers "There is another, blackened not by the rays of the sun nor by some inheritance of race, but from the oily tar that oozes from his skin, The hairs that cover his body are coated in pitch, and on a cool day with the wind blowing he takes on the silvery grey hue of weathered wood, but with the sun high or when turned to anger, the flames lick his skin, feeding on the rising vapour. He feels no harm, the fire dances just above the surface of him in an ecstasy of existence, curling over his arms and writhing around his hair and face which with a breath he can extinguish but with a blow he can raise to an inferno blazing with a white hot heat" |
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| Grandmother's eye, with grandson in palm "it pulled me up, placed me in the palm of its hand, and held me to its face. I opened my eyes to a giant eye peering down at me, its pupil black like some endless disc of night into which I felt myself drowning, sucked insensible into its stupid depth. This was how I was to die. It was in the iris that its intelligence was revealed, the constant flexing of the muscle of the cornea, pulling contracting and expanding. From a distance you would have said they were brown, close up they are a kaleidoscopic marble of tones, fleck great rocks of colour " |
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| Father declares war on his family " My mother, sister and myself were confronted by him one frightful night as the flames burnt in an ever decreasing circle around us "I will take what's yours, it will be mine by might and you woman, you woman have forfeited any rights by giving birth to this abomination, if you will move away I will claim my son" " |
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| Sister "It came to pass that my mother brought to me a sister, a delicate shimmering thing that slipped into this world half here, half not, sparkling like a waterfall and she grew so fast you could see the rain running off her back as she ran." |
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| Forest "All around here was a forest once, where light would never dare show its face, all was dark as night, a dappled shadowy place to be sure, where lurked creatures made of mist and shade that would wrap themselves around you to feed on your warmth." |
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| Mother holding son |
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| forest 2 |
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| "Everybody ran away from her in chaos and plunged into each other. In the resulting melee my sister ran into the arms of the pitch man, who burst into flame, evaporating my sister into mist." |
