The night was cold and clear and the sparks rising from the fire raced hot and red among the stars.
The man smiled at him a sly smile. As if they knew a secret between them, these two. Something of age and youth and their claims and the justice of those claims. And of their claims upon them. The wor...
The judge like a great ponderous djinn stepped through the fire and the flames delivered him up as if he were in some way native to their element.
The earth fell away on every side equally in its arcature and by these limits were they circumscribed and of them were they locus.
The crumpled butcherpaper mountains lay in sharp shadowfold under the long blue dusk and in the middle distance the glazed bed of a dry lake lay shimmering like the mare imbrium and herds of deer were...
The colt stood against the horse with its head down and the horse was watching, out there past men’s knowing, where the stars are drowning and whales ferry their vast souls through the black and seaml...
Somewhere out there is a true and living prophet of destruction and I dont want to confront him. I know he's real. I have seen his work.
She was gone and the coldness of it was her final gift.
She said that the breath of God was his breath yet though it pass from man to man through all of time.
She looked up at him and her face was pale and austere in the uplight and her eyes lost in their darkly shadowed hollows save only for the glint of them and he could see her throat move in the light a...
She looked away. You make it like it was the coin. But you're the one. It could have gone either way.The coin didn't have no say. It was just you.Perhaps. But look at it my way. I got here the same wa...
Se vuoi aiutare chi è nei guai, devi andare dove stanno i guai. C'è poco da scegliere.
Se le regole che hai seguito ti hanno portato fino a questo punto, a che servono quelle regole?
Ricordò Alejandra e la prima volta che aveva visto le sue spalle curve per la tristezza, una tristezza che aveva creduto di capire ma di cui non aveva capito nulla, e si sentì solo come non gli era pi...
Remember her hair in the morning before it was pinned, black, rampant, savage with loveliness. As if she slept in perpetual storm.
People were always getting ready for tomorrow.
Now come days of begging, days of theft. Days of riding where there rode no soul save he. He's left behind the pinewood country and the evening sun declines before him beyond an endless swale and dark...
Nothing. Where all was burnt to ash before them no fires were to be had and the nights were long and dark and cold beyond anything they’d yet encountered. Cold to crack the stones. To take your life....
Non voglio fare nessuna promessa, disse. È così che si finisce per farsi male
Nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave.