I wanted you so badly my stomach hurt: your pale face framed in wild tangles of near-black hair, your small and crooked teeth, your collarbone a quick sketch of wings. Forgive me for saying this, but your beauty is strange, and I was proud to discover it, proud of my eye, like a record-store clerk who proudly wears the black T-shirt of his beloved, unsigned band.
– from the short story “Neversink” by David Benioff
Lately I’ve been trying to read more short fiction. One story a day, minimum. It’s like research/homework, but more fun. Also, it’s manageable. As opposed to “FINISH REVISING NOVEL!!!”