The Mist
Ragnar Jónasson
"Darkness had fallen outside. Einar and Erla were sitting at the supper table with their guest."
"Darkness had fallen outside. Einar and Erla were sitting at the supper table with their guest."
"It’s the sort of day that you dream of: a blue sky, a hot fist of sun and the sound of bees in clover, yet the air vibrates with unnatural tension."
"From my bedroom window, I had a view of the woods behind our house, a Catskill forest speckled with tall red black spruce, thick balsam fir, and slender mountain ash."
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