Quote by John Champlin Gardner Jr Download Open image ““Standing on an open hill, I imagine muffled footsteps overhead.”” — John Champlin Gardner Jr ★ ★ ★ ★ ★ 3.6 out of 5 (4 ratings) Copy quoteShare
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“tedium is the worst pain. the mind lays out the world in blocks, and the hushed blood waits for revenge. all order, i've come… — John Champlin Gardner Jr Copy Share Image
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“I have eaten several priests. They sit on the stomach like duck eggs.” — John Champlin Gardner Jr Copy Share Image
“I look down past the stars to a terrifying darkness. I seem to recognize the place, but it's impossible. "Accident," I whisper. I will… — John Champlin Gardner Jr Copy Share Image
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