Clive Barker : Odyssey 2: Chapter Five Literature: Big Lights, Big City
Lights frazzled, sparked bolts of vibrant yellows and pristine whites, every one. Each lamp post, each headlight, each buzzing neon sign, even the dull hues from open store interiors seemed to bathe the world in intolerable luminosity.
"Mum?" Kia's daughter took her hand with an impatient concern, questioning her health.
"I'm fine sweetheart… it's just… my head. That's all. Just another silly head ache."
The mother consoled, struggling to maintain focus with the swarming air and mass of rushing, sweating people. The world seemed so far away. Why were things suddenly so strange without warning? Kia had felt the harsh brunt of migraines before, but never so daunting as that moment. It felt like a clenching fire had trailed its' way through her spine and set her brain alight. The fury of hell itself was bearing down on her, showing no mercy, offering no quarter. Still there was no sense in scaring young Anna; groaning