“Anya's final sweep of the bow was as if she had delivered the coup de grâce in a sword duel. The last note reverberated around the empty theatre until only the white noise from the speakers remained, lapping back in… — Christian Cook Copy Share Image
“Everything you have is now worth nothing and yet nothing, true nothing, is worth everything to you. For a man covered in shameful lies,… — Christian Cook Copy Share Image
“Anya's final sweep of the bow was as if she had delivered the coup de grâce in a sword duel. The last note reverberated… — Christian Cook Copy Share Image
“He never raised a hand to us. He always said that inflicting pain, even as a last resort, was a sign that intelligence had… — Christian Cook Copy Share Image
“I enjoy waking up before the weather. It never rains at 4:00AM. Yes, it’s always cold, but it’s not an uncomfortable cold; it’s the… — Christian Cook Copy Share Image
“Brake lights, brake lights, brake lights; a domino topple of red stop lights ripples back from some non-event up ahead. Some idiot blew his… — Christian Cook Copy Share Image
“When you’re on the dance floor screaming louder than the amps and dancing to the pulse of the lights, you’re in the bubble. As… — Christian Cook Copy Share Image
