“I'm the guy who checks the weather report every day hoping for a thunderstorm.” — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“I'm the guy who checks the weather report every day hoping for a thunderstorm.” — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“I’m an old man, now. I’ve been alone since my 17th birthday. I’d wanted to marry, have a bunch of kids, and maybe be… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“As the thing came closer, what was left of Nick’s body became revealed and I could see how the dead boy’s eyes had bled… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“How about this?” she retorted, her voice deceptively flirtatious, and in that small, stolen moment in his mind, he quickly spun and grasped her… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“The last clear thought I have is of my grandmother’s rust-colored wall clock ticking away in the darkness of my apartment—my sanctuary where I… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“Well, how did you die, then?” the old man finally asked. “Die?” Matthew threw back. “Are you crazy? I’m not dead. I’m just very… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“I hate this night. I hate that it makes me a person so truly removed from the real me; this man who sits in… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“He walked steadily, feeling them behind him. His stride did not falter; he pretended they weren’t there. He pretended that all was well—that those… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
