" Then I was lookin at this obviously terrorized copy of an A-F encyclopedia splayed across the flame-tiled floor behind the toilet, all broken-spined with aged grainy pages spilling from its middle like gore spilling from the belly of a gutted fish. Most of the pages were full of smudged type speckled with urine fallout, but peeking at a sideways angle from beneath the top cover was a hint of a dual-colored map of the Americas, and just above that, bent and torn but still monstrously vivid, were the creeping whiskery legs of an arachnid fanning out over the continents. "

― Steven T. Bramble , Grid City Overload