Hell and Heaven grapple on our backs, and all our old pretenses ripped away. God's icy wind will blow. — John Proctor Copy Share Image
Now hell and heaven grapple on our backs and all our old pretense is ripped away. Aye, and God's icy wind will… — Arthur Miller Copy Share Image
“He stood on the ice, his teeth chattering in the cold, a cold that seemed to come not from the lake water… — Liu Cixin Copy Share Image
“The stars stare back In that deep, Soul-shattering blackness And from the depths of existence Comes a cruel, icy wind Raising the… — Justin Wetch Copy Share Image
