“Who shall bring him to see what shall be after him?” And they covered the face of the whole earth, so that the land was darkened; and they did eat every manner of thing along the land, and all the children of the land, and their mothers and the fathers of the land: and there remained not a livin...
I don’t believe in innocence, he said. Few stories as old as the story of the boy whose family you killed. What authors of ruin, you with your black masks, your knives. Few stories so sorrowful as mother and father and how you left them strewn, cut apart and opened, how the birds and barn cats cr...