“_Listen!_ Said the October wind, as it swirled and swooped through the streets of New York! _I have a story to_ tell!” — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
“The demons almost got me! But glory be to Jesus, and when he arrives on his flying saucer from the planet Jupiter I'll be… — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
“TWAS SAID better to light a candle than to curse the dark, but in the town of New York in the summer of 1702… — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
“In later years I would think that no woman’s lips had ever been as red as that bike. No low-slung foreign sports car with… — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
“In repose his face seemed to become darker still, and as the wattage of those green eyes fell their somber hue made Margritta think… — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
“He had turned nine only six days ago, but now he felt very old because Papa wasn’t home yet and those fire-demons were laughing.” — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
“I couldn’t understand how one human bein’ could do that to another. I couldn’t understand that kind of hate. I mean … what road… — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
“Life and Death were part of the same puzzle, part of the same strange and miraculous process of growth.” — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
“the paradox of Man was the fact that one might have been made in the image of God, yet it was often the most… — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
“...that in this town prostitutes may give sewing lessons to ladies of the church, pirates my be consulted for their opinions on seaworth by… — Robert McCammon Copy Share Image
