In fact, Kae felt like just a head. Not a briefly, wrenchingly hysterical head dramatically lopped from its attendant body, nor a solemn Constantine or haggard specimen graying on a steel tray. Kae was a liberated and dexterous head (not a tragic, bumbling, gnawing limbic cherub), maybe like the horny, gigantic lunatic played by Robin Williams in The Adventures of Baron Munchausen.
Yet Kae was lucid and quicksilver, a zephyr-sylph, a galaxy-glider – not a severed, posthumously petrifying, asp-boiling gorgon head. She was a synthesis of the executioner’s cowl, the mercifully shrouded head of the penitent, the swinging axe, the rolling prize.
