“a figure whose black eyes have seen the silent halls of the dead, whose ruined mouth has tasted delicacies unknown this side of the grave.” — John Langan Copy Share Image
“Despite its abbreviated length, February's always struck me as an especially bleak month, at least in these parts. I know it's not the darkest… — John Langan Copy Share Image
“a figure whose black eyes have seen the silent halls of the dead, whose ruined mouth has tasted delicacies unknown this side of the… — John Langan Copy Share Image
“I don’t know if you’ve spent time in the Catskills. From a distance, say, the parking lot of the old Caldor’s (which became an… — John Langan Copy Share Image
“Irony sucks, you know?" Roger nodded. "That it does. Safely confined to the pages of novels, it's an interesting rhetorical device; encountered loose in… — John Langan Copy Share Image
