“He sighed. “I don’t remember it dying. It’s one of those things that just goes—like a storm—when does it stop raining?” Douglas… — Dave Newell Copy Share Image
“Just this morning you didn't seem as though you had an aversion to me. You're here in your dying patient's house, eating dinner with… — Dave Newell Copy Share Image
“Crying on the kitchen floor, she looked up and gasped for breath, raking tears from her pale cheeks. “I need you,” she whispered. “Someone.” — Dave Newell Copy Share Image
“He sighed. “I don’t remember it dying. It’s one of those things that just goes—like a storm—when does it stop raining?” Douglas flicked his… — Dave Newell Copy Share Image
“The cloth was wrinkled and twisted from the struggle. His forehead was damp, and he lay his forearm across it and stared across the… — Dave Newell Copy Share Image
