“ He felt something trickle down his face and he wiped it away irritably. When he looked at the back of his hand, he found trails of red. He had never cried in his life; in fact, he could not cry with n… Phillip W. Simpson
“ Stained-glass windows glowed faintly in the moonlight streaming through, illuminating the sculpture of Christ on the cross that hung above the altar. It was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.… Phillip W. Simpson
“ He sank to his knees, absolutely full of despair and sadness. For a long time, droplets of blood continued to fall into his lap. Phillip W. Simpson
