Chapter 59
He dreamed of her that night, of course. She was a statue in the dream, a Greek nymph in alabaster marble shot through from hair to sandal with a single vein of blue. Silas went up to her and kissed her cold stone lips, and the blue cracked and crumbled and the statue began to disintegrate…Silas fled and woke gasping in fear.
He mentioned the incident to a couple of friends when they met for a drink. Jonny laughed and wondered aloud if Silas had developed a crush on Sarah, the girl at the coffee shop. Sarah did have a blue tattoo of a sparrow on her shoulder, but she wasn’t the woman with the blue tattoo. Silas told himself that it had only been a hallucination, product of an overstressed imagination. He wore that certainty like armor—but like armor, could never seem to make it fully a part of himself.