I hear voices. A shout. A laugh. Clay's laugh. I strained to see through the night. Fog had rolled in from Lake Ontario, but I could hear him laughing. The concrete turned to grass. The fog wasn't from the lake,… — Kelley Armstrong Copy Share Image
“I have noticed one thing, whenever a doubt arises, there are two voices voicing two ways. Always. One has to choose. I have noticed another thing, whenever two voices shout, one tends to pick up the one which is closer… — Aporva Kala Copy Share Image
