One story in one sentence.
It travels quickly and directly, perhaps with the precise trajectory of the poison. It begins slow and sleepily but before a body has had time to take a breath, suddenly the hebona with its quicksilver flows through, shoots through the somatic transportation system, faster than a bullet train.
As far as long sentences go this one must be the fullest. Image after image, it is the summary of a betrayal as well as a death.
For someone without a physical body, this ghost has some of the most embodied language in the play.