“My Lord... what is Death like?" called the old man tremulously. "When I have investigated it fully, I will let you know,"… — Terry Pratchett Copy Share Image
At six o'clock we cleaned our cells, At seven all was still, But the sough and swing of a mighty wing The… — Oscar Wilde Copy Share Image
For as often as ye eat this bread, and drink this cup, ye do shew the Lord's death till he come. — Bible Copy Share Image
“Well, I guess you can really gut a man with your little finger." He flashed her a look so flat and cold… — C.L. Wilson Copy Share Image
