Although this novel is the second part of a Trilogy, it can still be read and enjoyed as a stand-alone work. The fact that Rod Langford achieved classification as a midget by just half an inch did not sit well with him. It did not sit well with him at all. But when a washing machine...
Eryn Rose: Eryn Rose was never born and she will never die. She is an angel, an idea, a thought, a spasm, a lightening, a moment. She bursts and she shimmers and she retires and she wavers. An angel is an angel only. The sands shift. Volcanoes rumble. Even the seas sigh. Eryn Rose is the mellow in the honey, the cool in the deep hot blue, the breaking of the wave and the shimmering soft of high, high comfort. She is the sparkle and the glint; the hint of a hint of a hint. She is rapture and she is fantastical. Where others wander, she soars and where you dream she inspires and cracks and breaks into a million different suns that will just shower and float into the ether of all your wondabulous thinkings. And can she fly? Of course she can fly. She is an angel.
Rod Langford: Rod Langford was forty one years old, four feet nine and a half inches tall and, as has been noted, entirely in proportion. His face ever bore an expression of one who is perpetually flinching. His brown eyes would have hidden if they could beneath his thick eyebrows but no matter how much he frowned, his eyes still had to face the scrutiny of the world. The lines of his high brow sought to distract the staring onlooker with their headlines but to no avail. Rod had a smooth face that seemed incapable of producing stubble. As such he was often mistaken for being much younger than his years. Not good when you are the average height of an eleven year old. But for one so small, he was ever so visible. The hair upon his head was dark and unruly, a little grey above the ears and a little ginger at the tips, straggly down to his neck and on past his shoulders. He almost always wore baggy jeans, a leather jacket and a variety of Led Zeppelin T-shirts. But all most people ever saw of him was his littleness.
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