“When he died, I felt like a dark, devouring force had been stilled at last. I wore his death like wings.” — Thomas H Cook Copy Share Image
“When he died, I felt like a dark, devouring force had been stilled at last. I wore his death like wings.” — Thomas H Cook Copy Share Image
“...I decided that there was perhaps no ash quite so cold as the one left by an unrealized ambition...” — Thomas H Cook Copy Share Image
