“How about this?” she retorted, her voice deceptively flirtatious, and in that small, stolen moment in his mind, he quickly spun and grasped her by the small of her back, pulled her close into to him, and made her his.… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“I'm the guy who checks the weather report every day hoping for a thunderstorm.” — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“I’m an old man, now. I’ve been alone since my 17th birthday. I’d wanted to marry, have a bunch of kids, and maybe be a grandpa. The big family around the Thanksgiving table, laughing and pouring wine and cracking jokes and harmlessly teasing the missus—I wanted that. I wanted to do something good with my life—something right. I didn’t want… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share
“As the thing came closer, what was left of Nick’s body became revealed and I could see how the dead boy’s eyes had bled… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“How about this?” she retorted, her voice deceptively flirtatious, and in that small, stolen moment in his mind, he quickly spun and grasped her… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“The last clear thought I have is of my grandmother’s rust-colored wall clock ticking away in the darkness of my apartment—my sanctuary where I… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“Well, how did you die, then?” the old man finally asked. “Die?” Matthew threw back. “Are you crazy? I’m not dead. I’m just very… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“I hate this night. I hate that it makes me a person so truly removed from the real me; this man who sits in… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
“He walked steadily, feeling them behind him. His stride did not falter; he pretended they weren’t there. He pretended that all was well—that those… — J. Tonzelli Copy Share Image
