The child ghosts were unnaturally aggressive - they were biting one another. The women were tearing at their dresses and beating at their husbands. Their ribs showed through with hunger, their breasts hung like an old woman's sack, and their babies had turned blue.
Brogan strolled over to the side window - twenty or more faces were pressed up against the glass - their bony fingers were rapping and tapping on the panes.
"I didn't think that this was ever meant to happen,” said Bart looking over his shoulder.
"It's not" Brogan replied, "It's not".
- Gabriel Brunsdon, Puck in Hell, Azlander Series
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