“ The battered and pathetic thing that represented any claim to conscience I might have had turned away from me in disgust. Oddly, I couldn't blame it. I was disgusted myself. Disgusted at my weakness a… Peter David
“ Once again I felt light-headed, but this time it wasn't from the scent of lilacs; it was from the scent of my own death. Peter David
“ That was when it was all made painfully clear to me. When you are a child, there is joy. There is laughter. And most of all, there is trust. Trust in your fellows. When you are an adult...then comes s… Peter David
