What Jack Randall had done to him had sunk into his soul as surely as the flails of the lash had sunk in his back, and had left scars every bit as permanent. I
Well, I said, he drinks a bit. And he’s rather fond of sheep. But he might remember the words to the wedding ceremony.
Well, you are a bit odd, aren’t you? I said tolerantly. I don’t really mind, though. What is it?
We are bound, you and I, and nothing on this earth shall part me from you.One large hand rose to stroke my hair.D'ye mind the blood vow that I swore ye when we wed? Yes, I think so. 'Blood of my bloo...
Una dama novelista me dijo una vez, que escribir novelas era arte de caníbales, pues uno mezcla con frecuencia pequeñas porciones de sus amigos y sus enemigos, los sazona con imaginación y permite que...
Torn between the impulse to stroke his head, and the urge to cave it in with a rock, I did neither.
Tom had automatically picked up the oily rag that lived on the corner of Grey’s desk and, with a dexterous flick, snapped a fat fly out of the air and into oblivion. Dead whale garnished with mint? Th...
To this point, he could not really have said that he loved William. Feel the terror of responsibility for him, yes. Carry thought of him like a gem in his pocket, certainly, reaching now and then to t...
To my surprise, it was Lord John. But a Lord John I had never seen before. He was not so much disheveled as shattered, everything in order save his face. What? I said, deeply alarmed. What’s happened?
To fight on the winning side was one thing; to survive, quite another.
They had had no opportunity to speak, though—and he could not seem to invent a pretext, let alone think what he might say if he found one. He felt amazingly self-conscious, like a boy unable to say an...
There is nothing more delightful in life than a feather bed and an open fire—except a feather bed with a warm and tender lover in it.
The truth is always of use, madonna, he answered, eyes fixed on the slender stream. It has the value of rarity, you know.
The sins of the fathers, I murmured to myself. The sins of the fathers shall not be visited upon the children.
The simple act of writing Fraser’s name had given him a sense of connexion, and he realized that the desperate need for such connexion was what had driven him to write it.
The removal of his infected adenoids and tonsils had not cured Keziah’s deafness, but had improved it markedly. He
The past is gone-the future is not come. And we are here together, you and I.
The other men also disarmed, as was suitable in the house of God, leaving an impressively bristling pile of lethality in the back pew.
The most irritating thing about cliches, I decided, was how frequently they were true.
The man that takes her in unholy embrace will have his privates blasted like a frostbitten apple, he said, with relish, and his soul will burn forever in hell. He bared his teeth at his grandfather, a...