Robert R. McCammon Quote
Her eyes found his. Like the wind. Or a train’s whistle, way far off. Or thunder, long before you see the lightning. A lot of things. How long have you been able to hear it? Since I was a little girl. Josh couldn’t help but smile. Swan misread it. Are you making fun of me? No. Maybe ... I wish I could hear a sound like that. Do you know what it is? Yes, Swan answered. It’s death.
Robert R. McCammon
Her eyes found his. Like the wind. Or a train’s whistle, way far off. Or thunder, long before you see the lightning. A lot of things. How long have you been able to hear it? Since I was a little girl. Josh couldn’t help but smile. Swan misread it. Are you making fun of me? No. Maybe ... I wish I could hear a sound like that. Do you know what it is? Yes, Swan answered. It’s death.
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