“...The devil had long ago taken a shine to Tert Card, filled him like a cream horn with itch and irritation. His middle name was X. Face like cottage cheese clawed with a fork.” — E. Annie Proulx (Author Copy Share Image
“...The devil had long ago taken a shine to Tert Card, filled him like a cream horn with itch and irritation. His middle name… — E. Annie Proulx (Author Copy Share Image
“The house was heavy around him, the pressure of the past filling the rooms like odorless gas.” — E. Annie Proulx (Author Copy Share Image
