Re: [ The Spiraling City, King's Year 197, midautumn ]
[ at a corner of the cage, his boots at least a metre off the ground and wedged between bars, barely keeping him up by sheer virtue of sound Cephean rubber and leg strength, one hand with a death grip on another bar while the other runs its fingers along the cold metal at the top just to be absolutely sure--
--that voice--
...
without turning, feet and hands slide down, the former dropping to the floor. ]