The apple is red too. But the tomato’s flesh is the flesh of mankind. Do the dead love the flesh of man because it is like a tomato? We’ll never know. But I have my suspicions. Not working the Garden today. Working the Wall. Five of us on the south side of the Bridge and five on the north, mannin...
The seas grew large, waves tumultuous and higher than all imaginings. It has been so long since the Malphas has seen shore, I fear at times that we are lost, lost upon an unimaginably large expanse of ocean, an infinitesimal spark burning in the desolation of salt and wave. Yet Captain Juvenus as...