The Blood
E. S. Thomson
"Those desperate words, that fearful hand, the bloody sawdust clinging to the rough nap of such cheap paper—all troubled me."
"Those desperate words, that fearful hand, the bloody sawdust clinging to the rough nap of such cheap paper—all troubled me."
"Worm slept soundly that night, but he woke early in the morning thinking again of the lady he’d seen yesterday in the street. She had been frightened when she went with the two men."
"He felt a new respect for gravediggers who had to do this every working day. When all of this was over, you wouldn’t catch him doing that for a living."
"Who'd want me for a flatmate?"
"Each year, a little more deterioration—a sign gone, a door off its hinges, a windowpane shattered—until finally the wreckers appeared, and now we might never have existed at all."
"It’s not every day that you walk into your apartment and find that your cat has turned into a dog."
"Her daughter’s voice grates on her eardrums. Isabelle rubs her eyes. Tries to erase the incomprehensible sight. But it is still there, just like her daughter’s monotonous whine."
"He still had doubts about returning to work. How much of a cop could he be? He had been assured the arm would make ‘absolutely no difference to anyone or any aspect of the job’. Really?"
"It turned into my version of Take a Crime Boss to Work Day."
"Your task involves placing the candidates under sufficient duress for us to test various criteria: their coolness under pressure, their conduct in an extremely stressful scenario, and their loyalty to the values of the company to which they belong."
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