Oh, man, this is great. I've already read it at least four times, and I can't stop going back and rereading certain lines, especially:
Other times, he figures he must never have seen the guy's face at all, and whatever's left of his brain is just projecting what it knows from being alive, because all he can remember is his own face staring back at him. and Laurie, walking and smoking fiercely in the striplit night, eyes flicking sideways sharp as a switchblade at any loser who dared check out her legs for a second too long. and An occasional piece of window pane drips off of it like flesh.
and that last line! Man, the writing here is so sharp, and I love Eddie's voice. I think my favorite part might be the way Eddie keeps seeing himself in Nyarlathotep. So good.
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Date: 2011-04-03 08:58 pm (UTC)Other times, he figures he must never have seen the guy's face at all, and whatever's left of his brain is just projecting what it knows from being alive, because all he can remember is his own face staring back at him.
and
Laurie, walking and smoking fiercely in the striplit night, eyes flicking sideways sharp as a switchblade at any loser who dared check out her legs for a second too long.
and
An occasional piece of window pane drips off of it like flesh.
and that last line! Man, the writing here is so sharp, and I love Eddie's voice. I think my favorite part might be the way Eddie keeps seeing himself in Nyarlathotep. So good.