Podovkin’s flesh had a yellowish, waxy appearance to it. He had a burnt sugar chemical smell about him but I could not tell if he had brought it with him or if it emanated from him. “Miss Taylor. You look as unchanged as ever. Would that I could express pleasure at seeing you again.”
His face barely moved when he spoke. Only his eyes had their former vitality.
I said, “Would that I could express surprise at finding you here. I had thought you dead. But you have been dead more once already, have you not?”