For a few seconds, I have been a blaze of pure consciousness, without identity, without place, without time, only the waking and the sensation of cold, the darkness in which I’m lying curled up, wrapped in the sheltering warmth of my own body, on my side, hands between my legs and knees up agains...
"It's coming," she called to me, pointing at the almost motionless column of smoke bending over the tops of the olive trees, and then she turned toward me smoothing her hair and the skirt that had revealed her knees for a delicious moment, but the smile on her lips now was no longer mine, and her...
You look rested,” said Negrín, laughing. “In the Madrid of consumptives, you look healthier than a mountain climber.” But it wasn’t possible to look at someone in the same way when you knew he was carrying a pistol in a holster tight against his left side, glimpsed when his jacket opened after an...
Mario had come home so early that the news wasn’t over yet. He was savoring the vichyssoise, one of Blanca’s best dishes, and as he did so she stopped and looked at him, her spoon suspended next to her mouth in a gesture of condescension or censure, he wasn’t sure which. He was afraid he might ha...