“The owner of the Post Office was called Maurice. A sixtyish-year-old with a large red nose that was pebble-dashed with broken capillaries, and a smooth bald head with a fuzz of grey hair around the side like the tide mark… — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“We were left with nothing because of a love like acid that ate its way through our entire family.” — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“He summoned you into the circle, Scott. For whatever reason, I don't know. But now you've left, you've become a loose thread. He won't… — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“He had done nothing on Christmas day, just wandered around outside in the frozen woods. Hard ground, chill winds and bare branches that looked… — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“Decker smiled and shrugged off their laughter. The humour was only barbed if you sat on the outside, and now he was one of… — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“Around the outside of the room other beautiful women wearing little or nothing at all flitted between the infatuated, intoxicated men, sometimes luring them… — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“The craggy lines that made up the character in his face now seemed like scars of defeat, inflicted on him over time.” — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“Scott could feel the contents of his stomach flip over and over on themselves. He turned to the side and retched, frothy yellow bile… — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“The guard looked down at the scarlet bloodstains blooming on his chest. He appeared to think of something that he needed to say, but… — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“He turned and saw Becky, crying in the doorway of her house. What was he doing here? Turning back he saw flashing blue lights… — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“The blast of hot air lifted Tazeem from his feet and threw him onto his back in the road. He blinked up into the… — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“Sometimes he missed the numbed, walking-underwater feeling feel that the cocktail of narcotics used to give him. But if a situation went down in… — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
“Scott glanced at his watch but didn't register what it said. The notion of time had become as absurd as the quietly glowing trees.” — R.D. Ronald Copy Share Image
