"We looked in. Here were the eyes of the prisoner. So frozen that only the slightest movement was possible, was the delicate head of the huge and beautiful figure. Eyes with the lids partly closed stared into the dark space. The lids over which frozen cascades of tears bulged, were pinned by lashes part open, part closed, for this figure was imprisoned by cold."
Vertical Line is both a book-length prose-poem and a modern novel. It also represents a cosmology. At its heart, where life might begin are giant and fearful forms: rock lords and a suffering figure - and light which spreads outwards, touching inner surfaces.