There Is No Devil Sinners Duet Book 2 By Sophie Lark-pdfread

Cole doesn’t bother to reply. We both know his opinion on the subject.
We’re pulling up to the gallery. The line stretches all the way down the street.
People crane toward the windows, several girls trying to take pictures
through the glass.
“Why is it so busy?” I ask Cole. It was supposed to be a cocktail party,
nothing out of the ordinary.
Cole marches right up to the doors. He’s probably never waited in a line in
his life.
Betsy Voss waves us inside. She’s bouncing with excitement, her body as
buoyant as her bouffant of lacquered hair.
“Come in, come in!” she trills. “You’ve got to see this, Cole. You’re going to
love it!”
Venom – Little Simz
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The reason for her excitement, and everyone else’s, immediately becomes
apparent.
The entire gallery space is filled top to bottom, wall to wall, with a brilliant
technicolor spiderweb. The thick strands are woven up and down, all around,
with large enough gaps between that the guests can walk through, clambering
in and under the installation. You’re forced to interact with it, to grip and
touch the thick ropes. The puffy, loose-woven wool manages to look sticky
and dripping, but also soft and enticing. The eye-searing shades of magenta,
lemon, and teal are so vivid and wet that the strands might have been spraypainted
via some sort of pressure-cannon.
The aggressive color envelops you, making your eyes burn and your head
spin. You’re trapped inside a rainbow prism that seems to go on and on
forever, disorienting and intoxicating.
Cole stares around at the installation, not touching anything.