“There are Things that do not love the sun. They weep and curse their own creation. Sometimes on earth a cruel shift takes place. Time splits. Corpses possessed at the moment of their death rise from tombs. The dark ages… — Jack Cady Copy Share Image
“The men drink a third beer, then a fourth, in preparation for the cold trip crosstown. "I wish I could meet a decent woman."… — Jack Cady Copy Share Image
“There are Things that do not love the sun. They weep and curse their own creation. Sometimes on earth a cruel shift takes place.… — Jack Cady Copy Share Image
“His ability came from being raised in Blackford County, Indiana, where cussing among men was as necessary as church on Sunday. Except, in Wade's… — Jack Cady Copy Share Image
