Adam Neville. House of small shadows (№ 371515)

Slowly, gradually, the shock receded, as the shade of the tide leaving the Islands of dirty sludge. Above them hung a gray horizon. Storm in the brain was replaced by calmness. It was slow, sickening, monotone, as usually happens, when you accept the inevitable and not able to sleep; take samotalis to the limit. But in the decision there is some relief. You sink faster to the bottom. And reaching the bottom, begin to suddenly see everything clearly for what it really is.