“The cloth was wrinkled and twisted from the struggle. His forehead was damp, and he lay his forearm across it and stared across the room at the clock. Its pendulum rotated and gathered momentum only to slow and reverse its… — Dave Newell Copy Share Image
“Just this morning you didn't seem as though you had an aversion to me. You're here in your dying patient's house, eating dinner with… — Dave Newell Copy Share Image
“Crying on the kitchen floor, she looked up and gasped for breath, raking tears from her pale cheeks. “I need you,” she whispered. “Someone.” — Dave Newell Copy Share Image
“He sighed. “I don’t remember it dying. It’s one of those things that just goes—like a storm—when does it stop raining?” Douglas flicked his… — Dave Newell Copy Share Image
“The cloth was wrinkled and twisted from the struggle. His forehead was damp, and he lay his forearm across it and stared across the… — Dave Newell Copy Share Image
