When afternoon came to Vidyasagar Road, wet clothes ... hung from a clothesline which stretched from one side to another on the veranda of the first floor. The line, which had not been tightly drawn...
We have regiments as innumerable as the sands... And arsenals as uncountable as the stars.
First, the wind would rumble in the distance like an approaching river, then he would see grass bend, pressed by a great invisible hand. The dull rumble would rise in pitch to a swishing, lashing...
newer here? There were no dense brambles
Her head throbbed as though gremlins were ripping holes in her brain
The sky drops silver threads of sleet.
Now the western tempest was scrawled all over with lines of intolerable light, while the inky head of the cloud - giant to the east was continually suffused with a white and deadly glow that came and...
she was looking at him as if he'd just dropped fully formed from the sky.
The crimson dragon grew day by day and devoured everything it found in its path. Torn bodies rained from the sky and the flames of its breath flowed through the streets like a torrent of blood.
I can hear the library humming in the night, a choir of authors murmuring inside their books along the unlit, alphabetical shelves, Giovanni Pontano next to Pope, Dumas next to his son, each one...
The air was so damp that fish could have come in through doors and swum out the windows, floating through the atmosphere in the rooms. One morning Ursula woke up feeling that she was reaching her end...
He paused and manufactured a chuckle.
But it is just two lovers, holding hands and in a hurry to reach their car, their locked hands a starfish leaping through the dark.
He was always acting, always enveloping himself in artificiality, perhaps to conceal the volcano within.
August has passed, and yet summer continues by force to grow days. They sprout secretly between the chapters of the year, covertly included between its pages.
The Red Lion was a four-ale bar with a handful of lowbrowed sons of toil who looked as though they...
What could you do? Major Major asked himself again. What could you do with a man who looked you...
If I turned towards books, it was because they were the only sanctuary I knew, one I needed in order...
We all had to pay, but not for the crimes we were accused of. There were other scores to settle.
Hope for some means its loss for others; when the hopeless regain some hope, those in power--the...
Why are they going to disappear him? I don't know. It doesn't make sense. It isn't even good...
Keep in mind that when we talk of a great painting we are not really talking about anything great....
It isn't even good grammar. What the hell does it mean when they disappear somebody?
Read me back the last line. 'Read me back the last line,' read back the corporal who could take...
