Wind whipped up shoulder-high drifts, scraping snow off the lake ice, her blue surface showed like bone through a wound
The right man, Jack Foss, was known as a four-flusher, a shyster and a paid killer. He also happened to be my brother, though you’d hardly k. . .
I COULDN’T SEE THE hand in front of my face but I knew they were back there, clawing at my heels like a pack of devils. They’d been on me si. . .
I fell head first into a damned tree well. Sucked right down into it. I remembered what my father’d taught me. Put your hands out in front s. . .
Well let me tell you something: that is nothing but a skein of lies designed to bamboozle folks into forgetting there’s a demon inside Bert . . .
Jack peered down from his mount, eyes as pitiless as the winter wind. “You’re not bringing whatever shit you’re in to my house.”“You already. . .
“Oh darlin’ you can’t but wrinkle my tail feathers with a look like that,” she said as I shouldered past. “I’m just tryina’ save a chicken’s. . .
I couldn’t leave them in a winter like this, not with these maniacs ravaging about—especially not over something as tomfool as a case of mis. . .
I COULDN’T SEE THE hand in front of my face but I knew they were back there, clawing at my heels like a pack of devils.