The evening crept up, as evenings will. In the fading purple twilight, with the last bold artist's stroke of red sun painting the bellies of clouds across the western horizon, Matthew took a lantern a...
The Basement was an underground shelter in Delaware where the first lady, the president’s seventeen-year-old son, ranking cabinet members and staff people would—they hoped—be protected from all but a...
There was lightning behind Mr. Sayre's eyes, and it was looking for a place to strike.
Strategic Air Command in Omaha
It is a contradiction this creek- a hundred thousand years old but renewed with each rainfall.
I couldn't picture heaven. How could a place be any good at all if it didn't have the things there you enjoyed doing? If there were no comic books, no monster movies, no bikes, and no country roads to...
Hot shouts of neon...
Large blue eyes
Because their spirits were weak and their brains were corrupted by mental junk food.
Don’t you go through a day without remembering something of it, and tucking that memory away like a treasure. Because it is.
Bein’ used to somethin’, Davy Ray answered, is not the same as likin’ it.
Understood then what courage is all about. It is loving someone else more than you love yourself.
Trembled. He aimed the rifle’s barrel down the tunnel. Praise the Lord! the old
For flatboat barges. They would talk about the day Swan met a boatload of survivors from the destroyed land that had been called Russia, and nobody could understand their language, but she talked to t...
Here is my room, in the yellow lamplight and the space heater rumbling: Indian rug red as Cochise's blood, a desk with seven mystic drawers, a chair covered in material as velvety blue-black as Batman...
Grigsby had looked at him askance. Why is it, he said, that I have the distinct impression you’re not surprised by this news? ‘Surprised by the fact that the reverend is first and foremost a human bei...
It took us both — and Mom, too, and just about everybody in town — a long time to accept the fact that he and his wife had done such evil things. Though he wasn’t evil through and through, or else why...
The young man’s eyes were red-rimmed, his gaunt face strained by whatever inner demons were torturing him.
But he’d inherited the mistakes of the generations of presidents before him,
He was a scream wrapped up in straw, a little, weak, vicious thing gnashing inside a monstrous facade...