“What’d you just do? Took yer pulse, Frank said with a yawn. Indeed they had, for when he pressed his hand to his chest the familiar monotony of his bloodworks had fallen silent. Fingers twain on the wrist proved as… — J.M. Hushour Copy Share Image
“Who are those fiends, the ones that brought me here? Love, was her simple reply. Love? Is that their band name—I thought they were… — J.M. Hushour Copy Share Image
“What’d you just do? Took yer pulse, Frank said with a yawn. Indeed they had, for when he pressed his hand to his chest… — J.M. Hushour Copy Share Image
“(On disco) I don't consider that a genre as much as a level of hell.” — J.M. Hushour Copy Share Image
