“I felt I would live a long, lonely, useless life and die alone and unmissed (did I mention that I never bothered… — Jon Fasman Children Copy Share Image
“They call it 'the whispering of the stars.' Listen," he said, raising a finger for silence. I could still hear the tinkling… — Jon Fasman Copy Share Image
“Shall I tell you a joke about languages? Abulfaz asked. A joke. Yes, okay. What do you call a Russian who speaks… — Jon Fasman Language Copy Share Image
“Rainbow dust?" sneered Joe, drawing out each syllable until it snapped from the weight of his contempt.” — Jon Fasman Contempt Copy Share Image
“But it had grown into something else, something that thrilled me even as it frightened me, made me feel that I had… — Jon Fasman Frightened Copy Share Image
