“Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn’t afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as
“Lex surfed wicked, like the devil. He wasn’t afraid of anything, seemed like. He grinned at West as the waves came up toward them like towers of green glass, an emerald city. We’re off to see the wizard, he shouted. He whooped. His body crouched ready to fly. He shone against the sun.” ― Francesca Lia Block, Wasteland -- source link