Cornell Woolrich

“The girl's face was the color of talcum. Her uncle's was a death mask, a bone structure overlaid by parchment. Shane's was granite, with a glistening line of sweat just below his hair line. He'd never forget this night, the detective knew, no matter what else happened for the rest of his life. They were all getting scars on their souls, the sort of scars people got in the Dark Ages, when they believed in devils and black magic. ("Speak To Me Of Death")”


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The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich (Alternatives SF Series) The Fantastic Stories of Cornell Woolrich by Cornell Woolrich
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