Vangelic Waxworks

Lying there in the moonlight, Heineman found himself reluctant to sleep in case he woke to find himself ghosting, floating out over the seas, floating out over the reefs of moon coral, reefs glowing with blue-green radiance in the night. He imagined himself floating, floating, floating past the Spliars and the Vangelic Waxworks, floating on a web of spiders, a raft of penguin's beaks. [EoH Ch13]

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