Zod Wallop

by William Browning Spencer

But you are an artist, Harry, and art might still be your salvation.

Art is such an act of creation. It's messy. It can be painful. It's not always pretty.

You choose your omens,

I love this! Omens and portents...do they still have a place in this high tech world? I believe they do, if only because they are so personal. Who am I to tell someone that the "coincidence" that I see if not intrinsically important to something they are going through?

She loved Harry and so, when he disappeared, when he withdrew into vagueness and alcohol, she had despised him passionately.

I've often thought that there can be no true "hate" without an understanding and love of the other person. You can hate someone's acts and recognize them as terrible without having that all consuming despising feeling. That is reserved for someone you love.

PLEASE GIVE US $300 DOLLARS. WE HAVE URGENT NEED OF THE MONEY, AND WE WILL REPAY IT AFTER, BLODKIN WILLING, THIS CRISIS IS AVERTED. I WILL TYPE 1234 FOR A CODE. THANK YOU. RAYMOND STORY.

This! This right here is the one part of the book that stuck with me for over 15 years and eventually led me back! I even remembered that it was $300 exactly.

“This is no revenge, this nothingness. There are powers you could have, and pleasures. Surely you have pined for pleasure in your trance? You must reconsider.” Emily turned to Rene and said, “Sister, what think you?” “Fuck em,” Rene said.

He had seen the coffin shape and understood.