The carrion birds sat about the topmost corners of the houses with their wings out-stretched in attitudes of exhortation like dark little bishops. – at the scene of one of the various slaughters in Blood Meridian
oh bring us errant cigars fold paper as if unto hats with dusty ribbons place them trickling on our brows remedy remedy i offer hope with savage intent somewhere near the face of the grinning man
‘The wife’s lookin’ for ya. She’s to the bottom of the hill,’ Matty informed his shipmate, Dave. ‘Oh, she is, has it?’ said Dave, and he drained his tapered glass of ale. ‘Draw me another, Tim.’ Tim refilled Dave’s glass. ‘There now, I’ll be back before I’ve gone,’ said Dave, raising his full glass in […]
These young flowers are pretending to be butterflies.
The crowd dispersed in sullen dismay after the winning ticket had been drawn. The richest man in town had won again. A bitter Norman Cardwell tore his losing stub into bits, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them thoroughly into a clump of sog, and spat the clump of sog into the face of a […]
When I heaped on this blossom effusive praise, she blushed thusly.
Ruth Plumly Thompson, the 2nd Royal Historian of Oz, loved adverbs. Why? Her middle name was Plumly.
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5 of 5 stars to The Great Train Robbery by Michael Crichton goodreads.com/review/show/55…
