Graham Masterton

White Bones

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    certain people wanted a place to hide certain remains that they didn’t want nobody to find,
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    sharply-sloping driveway led down
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    slate roof, with six or seven leafless elms standing
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    steady drizzle, with a beery-breathed
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    John strode long-legged down toward the gate.
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    raggedy old brown tweeds and gumboots
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    umps of sticky mud pattering off the wheels
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    They could let their demons sleep in peace, but they insist on prodding them into wakefulness, like naughty children taunting a mad dog.”
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    “Well, that’s very selfless of you. But I’m afraid that you have a destiny which far supersedes any consideration for your parents.”
  • Sergey Zakharovhar citeretfor 3 år siden
    “You’re crazy.”
    “And you’re not crazy? Going to Mass every Sunday, and eating a biscuit, and thinking that it’s Jesus you’re eating?”
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