Dawn,
pink and chilly. The Emperor of San
Francisco was trudging along the waterfront by the Aquatic Park when a guinea
pig dressed in the pumpkin pants and satin doublet of an Elizabethan dandy ran
by on disproportionately long, wading-bird legs, a small model tugboat thrown
over its shoulder. It was followed by
two equally patchwork creatures dressed in what appeared to be red shop rags,
the type that are sold in rolls; one creature had the head of a calico cat, the
other that of an armadillo, the latter chanting “go, go, go” as they passed.
“Well, you don’t see that every day,” said the
Emperor.
(from Secondhand
Souls by Christopher Moore)
8½*/10.
The complete review is here.
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