She could see now that some of the grime that covered him was blood. He looked to be six or seven years old. His ribs were showing and his belly sunk in towards his spine, leaving a hollow above his h...
He was naked as a jaybird and covered in filth. He moved towards her with the same eerie grace that he had scaled the side of the barn, stopping to sniff the wind and look suspiciously around...His ey...
Ax-man. Cardboard isn’t one of the major food groups, remember?”-Marco
Get off me you dirty turnip!" "Dirty turnip? well, pardon me Signor Cabbage-Head!
If she were gone I would be nothing. You should think better of yourself than to settle for that.
Celia, wait,” Marco says, standing but not moving closer to her. “You are breaking my heart. You told me once that I reminded you of your father. That you never wanted to suffer the way your mother di...
