The smell of intoxicating love mixed with the tart taste of lyrium on the tongue. Time seems to have stopped with you. There were no problems, there were no broken hopes. You were so good. I don't care about anything and everything.
— I just turned away for a second to light a cigarette. A strong wind was blowing. And suddenly I heard a woman scream—Gavin slowly sat up on the couch, rubbing his face, as if he wanted to wake up and find himself in his bed, and everything that happened to him would be just a terrible nightmare. — I rushed to where this creature was walking just a minute ago, but the water in the nearest sagebrush was calm. No one was floundering.