“Sin is like mold—the longer it lives, the blacker it becomes. And spores can’t be avoided. Never.” — Aaron Dries Copy Share Image
“Marshall wished he knew what to call her, wished he could memorialize her somehow. There was dignity in eulogies, in little ribbons… — Aaron Dries Copy Share Image
“Nobody wants to be alone. Sure, we fill our lives with people, faces that come and go, we love a lot only to lose… — Aaron Dries Copy Share Image
“Michael Delaney used to be fat. Not puppy-padding fat—bursting-frankfurts-in-a-boiling-pot fat. He remembered gym class and swimming lessons. All of the thin guys who could… — Aaron Dries Copy Share Image
“Yes, this was a haunted place. He had read about certain materials absorbing the sounds of their surroundings like divots in a vinyl recording,… — Aaron Dries Copy Share Image
“Sin is like mold—the longer it lives, the blacker it becomes. And spores can’t be avoided. Never.” — Aaron Dries Copy Share Image
“Starke entered his house a detective, slipped off his shoes and became a husband and father. It was five in the morning. The world… — Aaron Dries Copy Share Image
“I'm waltzing with the wrecking ball 'Cause this ain't my home anymore.” — Aaron Dries Copy Share Image
“Marshall wished he knew what to call her, wished he could memorialize her somehow. There was dignity in eulogies, in little ribbons tied to… — Aaron Dries Copy Share Image
