Your my Trouble
But what of you? Gabriel said, and theywere very close now, almost touching. It isyour choice to make now, to stay or return.I will stay, Cecily said. I choose thewar.Gabriel let out the breath he had...
You will leave her alone, Gabriel said. One way or another. That sounds like a death threat, Walsh. Then you lack imagination.
Suddenly an unexpected series of sounds began to be heard in this place up against the starry sky. They were the notes of Oak´s flute. It came from the direction of a small dark object under the hedge...
It is life, more than death, that has no limits.Love becomes greater and nobler and mightier in calamity.We men are the miserable slaves of prejudice. But when a women decides to sleep with a man, the...
When the plague struck Chicago, the townspeople here erected the gargoyles, and nary a soul was lost to the Black Death. The bubonic plague predates Chicago by about five hundred years. He lowered him...
Things could change, Gabe, Jonas went on. Things could be different. I don't know how, but there must be some way for things to be different. There could be colors. And grandparents, he added, staring...
Yes, you’re sleeping in my apartment, I said. On my sofa. It was an exciting night, but not that exciting. I’d really hope you’d remember if it had been.
Gabriel’s green eyes sought Will. It was demon pox, wasn’t it? You know all about it, don’t you? Aren’t you some sort of expert?Well, you needn’t act as if I invented it, said Will.
I should have a gun. And you think I can provide it? Ask your biker gang buddies. They prefer the term ‘motorcycle club.’ I’m sure they do.
Mr. Walsh? a woman’s voice said. Can I get a comment, Mr. Walsh? That’s not about me, is it? I said. No, my client. He’s on trial for killing his business partner and dissolving him in quicklime. Whic...