![]() ![]() It is a small, modest establishment eking out a fragile existence at the tail end of Clayburg's main street. ![]() You have to understand, Rigby's is not the kind of place where goddesses were meant to walk among mortals. All in all, she was as buxom, blonde, blue-eyed, and clear-skinned as any woman who had ever posed for a Swedish tourism ad. Standing at least six feet tall in running shoes, she had shoulders as broad as a professional swimmer's, sinewy arms, and well-rounded hips that were curvy and compact. Sig stood there in the doorway of the bar with the wind behind her, and there was something both earthy and unearthly about her. I was inferring "wrongness" from the fact that she wasn't entirely human. Honestly, I think she was the best thing I'd ever smelled. She smelled clean, like fresh snow and air after a lightning storm and something hard to identify, something like sex and butter pecan ice cream. ![]()
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