... save the night, the mists and the fog, before they fade to shadows and from shadows to light.
... words from the past keep whispering on my weary ears.
...she stared out the french window, the panes cloudy with dust, oh how she wishes for the clouds to go away...
Reisden skipped a hundred pages of broken repentance, threw the book with all the others back into the crate, and leaned back, massaging a headache out of his eyes, feeling as if he had spent the morning being raped by Christians. (pg. 158)
The two men looked at each other like two men who are not discussing a woman's reputation. Reiden shrugged.
"Between ourselves? I would guess they were still war...
the one who makes soundtracks for movies (not being the composer but the one who finds different songs by different artists to make them fit on a speci...