Af en toe een zin

Miller had even stopped washing off his face the black powder that collected there during his firing; now the powder smoke seemed a permanent part of his skin, ingrained there, a black mask that defined the hot, glaring brilliance of his eyes.

Zin uit Butcher's Crossing van John Williams.

Af en toe een zin

He felt a leanness and a hardness creep upon his new body; he thought at times that he was moving into a new body, or into a real body that had lain hidden beneath layers of unreal softness and whiteness and smoothness.

Zin uit Butcher's Crossing van John Williams.