The Children Of Old Leech: A Tribute To The Carnivorous Cosmos Of Laird Barron - Plot & Excerpts
Pulver, Sr. The Last Crossroads on a Calendar of Yesterdays Joseph S. Pulver, Sr. Olympia was sunstroke hot on its way to inferno, day five. Even with frequent pulls on cans of slightly chilled soda, slow motion was all Chance and Ray could muster while moving Ray’s baby-sister into her new walkup. The 25-each she’d given them was looking like tonight’s cold beer money when they stopped at the traffic light and saw Pershing set the bulky crate of books at the curb. “Might pick up a few more dineros for cerveza if we help him?” Ray said, pointing at the wall of crates and boxes Pershing had stacked at the mouth of the alley on the northside of the Broadsword Hotel. “All fit in one load.” Ray lowered the window. “Hey, need help moving your stuff?” Pershing was too wiped to glower. “They’re junk. I’m just putting them out here for the garbage man.” “Lot of books by the look of it. One old classic can equal cha-ching,” Chance whispered quickly to Ray.
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