“So it was not, in fact, a suicide?” Vulture shook his head pensively. “It is a question of semantics. When a person spends a considerable amount of time and effort digging a hole in the ground, carefully installs sharpened stakes… — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“The House might not accept him. This had happened to others, he himself saw it not once and not twice, so he knew what… — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“Neat little boys in neat little shirts, so earnest and wholesome, but hidden underneath their faces were old hags, skin pitted with acid.” — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“Much easier to complicate the road to it than to accept that it could never be achieved.” — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“Only then did I allow myself to cry. I hoped against hope that no one could hear me. Something ended that night, and it… — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“There is nothing more horrible than knowing what awaits us tomorrow,” — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“This is a question of freedom,” he says. “Which can be discussed until forever, breaking only for sleep, tea, and movable feasts. Would you… — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“There is none happier than a true fool,” the invisible storyteller said. The” — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“Janus nods. “We’re haggling over two issues. A yearly subscription. It’s a pig in a poke. Two pigs.” “In” — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“My own uselessness is devouring me. Soon there will be only bones left. A familiar feeling, one I’ve had too often ever since Wolf… — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“Ralph stopped and studied the wall and a trail of smeared black footprints. They went up vertically, from the bottom to the ceiling, then… — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
“So it was not, in fact, a suicide?” Vulture shook his head pensively. “It is a question of semantics. When a person spends a… — Mariam Petrosyan Copy Share Image
