When the deranged rooster crowed a third time, his crowing was cut off mid-squawk. There, that does it, Miriam said. No more heralding of a false dawn, no more untruthful messengers.
John Irving
When the deranged rooster crowed a third time, his crowing was cut off mid-squawk. There, that does it, Miriam said. No more heralding of a false dawn, no more untruthful messengers.