The proof was all in the hands.
When death captures me,” the boy vowed, “he will feel my fist on his face.
I’ve seen more eclipses than I care to remember.
Keeping your nose clean while an entire system broke down around you guaranteed only that you would survive longer, not that you would survive.
Here’s a small fact. You are going to die.
It was with great sadness that she realised that her brother would be six forever, but when she held that thought, she also made an effort to smile.
The sound of the accordion was, in fact, also the announcement of safety.
Perhaps it was her first realization that criminality spoke for itself. Irrefutable.
Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man’s gentleness, his thereness. The girl knew from the outset that Hans Hubermann would always appear midscream, and he would not leave.
I don’t believe this,” Sister Maria muttered. “It can’t be,” because sure enough, when Liesel stepped forward and presented her hands, Ludwig Schmeikl was all over them, rusting by the moment.
She leaned down and looked at his lifeless face and Liesel kissed her best friend, Rudy Steiner, soft and true on his lips. He tasted dusty and sweet. H tasted like regret in the shadows of trees and in the glow of the anarchist’s suit collection. She kissed him long and soft, and when she pulled herself away, her lips were fleshy, and she leaned in once more, this time losing control and misjudging it. Their teeth collided on the demolished world of Himmel Street.
The only truth I truly know is that I am haunted by humans.
Last note from you narrator; I am haunted by humans.
I’m nothing if not fair.
When they come and ask you for one of your children,” Barbara Steiner explained, to no one in particular, “you’re supposed to say yes.
As I’ve been alluding to, my one saving grace is distraction. It keeps me sane. It helps me cope,...
It’s very rare, don’t you think, for a statue to appear before its subject has become famous.
There was the smell of pea soup, something burning and confrontation.
There was one thing that would never change. It was impossible to be angry at him for long.
A crackling sound prompted her to think that the fire had already begun. It hadn’t the noise was kinetic humans, flowing, charging up.