"On the corner of 16th street and Hieratic a factory sings and sighs. Look: its thin spires flash green, and spit long loops of white flame into the night. Casimira owns this place, as did her father and her grandmother and probably her most distant progenitor. It is pleasant to imagine them, curling and uncurling their proboscis-fingers against machines of stick and bone."
- Catherynne Valente, from Palimpsest.
Only 21 pages into this magical novel and am already entranced. Fascinating words and images just flow from her pen. Hope she keeps it up for the whole book!