swift and so venomous, so threatening that the words caught in her throat and she remained quiet.
patronizing voice shaped by far too many advanced degrees. “
Full, pursed lips protruded beneath at their corners, sank into little folds filled with disapprova

Cold November rains drenched the earth.

holding darkness within

 under the green visor of the cap Ignatius J. Reilly’s supercilious blue and yellow eyes looked down upon the other people waiting under the clock

looked back with no regrets. Y

"You can’t lose what you lacked at conception."


winter of despair clouded her expression

inky fingers and his bitten nails, his manner cynical and nervous

" stepped off in bewildered multitudes into fresh and glittering air"

pale vanishing clouds across the sky.


a laughter that was mirthless as the smile of the Sphinx, a laughter cold as the frost and partaking of the grimness of infallibility