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“I suppose there have been a good many men killed in this room.”

The trees were a sign from the devil, a warning of the terror to come.

“Look down,” I said, comb in hand. “Let me check behind your ears.”

He held a screwdriver to the fleshy underside of Peggy’s neck.

They tried to kill us, my sisters, mother, and me; I still have the scars.

Stopping it, Cye knows, is like stopping a tsunami with a tennis racket.

Men veer into the earth and don’t come out. Silent choirs of canaries roost in a forest of chimneys.

In that instant, Niel lost one of the most beautiful things in his life.

This is not America! It is not the America I grew up in, it’s
a joke.

“Ki-Tae the famous pastor,” Jae says to her. “Can you believe life.”

The cottage stood as a metaphor for what she wanted out of life.

Our remarks must be tempered by a sense of cooperation.

A gift tells you who you are and what you’re not in the eyes of others.

Ambition and coincidence had led me to the Royal Theatre.

He’s got a nice, deep kind of voice. He doesn’t sound redneck at all.

His mind was a glass vase shat-
tered into pieces across the floor.

You don’t feel anything when they cut you, not at first, just the blood.

The students usually didn’t look up to see who was serving them.

The flail is raised high, back bent in echo of the boys’ backs.

The danger with a young contributor is that he may be his own rival.

When he got up in the morning the work was done ready to his hand.

Here’s the part where you pledge devotion until death, I told myself.

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How did I ever survive? Maybe I didn’t. Maybe I died back there.

They dust off facts like diamonds that excel in perfection under a monocle.

My country neither interested me nor inspired any sense of fealty.

“Rev. MacLean’s been stabbed in Oban,” his wife said, her voice thin.