“Marek lay back. He felt the warmth from the sun on his face, and felt his back relax a bit against the hard stone floor. 'Do you think my bones are right?' he asked Villiam. 'Please, don't ask me about bones. Tonight, we will only talk about normal things.' Marek nodded. He had no idea what that meant. The wine had made him a bit softer in his mind, but no wiser.” HumourBonesLapvonianMoshfegh Book:Lapvona Source: Lapvona