He smoothed back his light red hair before tilting his head a little closer towards Vidar Stang and staring directly into his ghostly pale eyes. He could see so much of the father in the son. A fact that greatly pleased him. A second passed before Pearl’s forehead creased in a calculated display ...
They passed over the back of his hand with an endless clack, clack, clack. In the far corner, a small fire burned in the hearth, but did little to warm the remainder of the room. Drang stood close by, slowly working some heavy leather bellows. With each gust of air the fire crackled to life, the ...
It was 6.30 in the morning. He sniffed. The air was heavy with the familiar stench of spilled liquor and overflowing ashtrays. Tables stood in a semicircle around the bar with half-filled glasses stacked on top. A strip light had shattered over one of the pool tables in the far corner, showering ...