“That weekend the city blushed with a great heat wave but on Monday it rained, cooling the ache in the street’s burn.”
“Tomorrow is Monday so it must be the weekend”
“Tell it to the cleaning lady on Monday. Because you'll be dust on Monday. Because I'll be pulverizing you sometime over the weekend. And the cleaning lady... cleans up... dust. She dusts. And she has weekends off, so... Monday. Right?”
“Even at midnight the city groans in the heat. We have had no rain for quite a while. The traffic sounds below ride the night air in waves of trigonometry, the cosine of a siren, the tangent of a sigh, a system, an axis, a logic to this chaos, yes.”
“I want. I need. I ache. I burn. Burn with me." Ellysetta to Rain in Lord of the Fading Lands.”
“I'm thinking maybe letting the latches burn is the right idea. Let everything burn until there's nothing left but ashes and cool rain.”