The Thief of Always

by Clive Barker

The great gray beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive.

Clive Barker has a great way of making time a thing

Time would be precious from now on. It would tick by, of course, as it always had, but Harvey was determined he wouldn’t waste it with sighs and complaints. He’d fill every moment with the seasons he’d found in his heart: hopes like birds on a spring branch; happiness like a warm summer sun; magic like the rising mists of autumn. And best of all, love; love enough for a thousand Christmases. Table of Contents Chapter I Chapter II Chapter III Chapter IV Chapter V Chapter VI Chapter VII