All civilizations at some time have fallen into this total terror, when the mystery of life was a kind of panic only to be assuaged by the spilling of blood.

“Granny Trill and Granny Wallon were traditional ancients of a kind we won’t see…”

“I felt once again the unease of arriving at night in an unknown city--that fain…”

“For the first time I was learning how much easier it was to leave than to stay …”

“At best, love is simply the slipping of a hand in another's, of knowing you are…”