“He could feel himself gliding down like the sail of a weightless craft, forever plunging into the great beyond below where mermaids sing and summon their lovers home, further down into the depths of some complacent serenity, further down where… — Matthew Chase Stroud Copy Share Image
“Riding high and above the waves on extemporaneous notions of an afterlife, Michael brought one foot forward and let it dangle over the roof’s… — Matthew Chase Stroud Copy Share Image
“He could feel himself gliding down like the sail of a weightless craft, forever plunging into the great beyond below where mermaids sing and… — Matthew Chase Stroud Copy Share Image
