Cloonan got down on his knees to look at the details. What he thought were symbols he now saw were delicate carvings of men and women, all of them nude, all of them comitting acts of violence and depravity on themselves and others, each intricate engraving carried to the next, each one connected, each one screaming its own violent story.
A young woman in a pale blue dress, her belly slit open, hovered above the tiles and looked the painter in the eye.
Before he could say anything, ask who they were or what they wanted, she was on him and seduced him at once. She racked his flesh with her nails and kissed him softly afterwards.
He saw all their dreams dashed by sudden violence and greed. He saw something beautiful destroyed over and over and over. All were different and so much the same, dreams dashed because of another dream. Never satisfied. The more they took, the more they needed.
30 jours de nuit (2007) - Bande annonce VF