No one ever arrived here by chance. Here was nearly the end of the world, close to the southernmost tip of Chile, which resembles lace in the cold Pacific waters. ~ opening
Her eyes met those of Angel Allegria--small eyes, deeply set, as if pushed into their sockets by blows; eyes that betrayed a brutal wickedness.
Sunday, April 15, 2012
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment