Rayalain

PIRANHA Chapter Three:  Limbo Rayman was being dredged up, a drowned, waterlogged corpse, from the depths of silent, twisting chaos; surfacing to an awareness of something, something moving, touching his face – something lightly stroking his face. Instinctively he took hold of it.  A hand.  A little hand.  Sitting next to him, on the edge of the bed, was a female, a young woman, human-like, but about his own size.  An unruly shock of tawny orange-brown hair, pale golden face, light gold-brown eyes searching at him.  He peered up at her dazedly. “Oh, you’re awake,” she said, gravely. He pushed himself carefully into a