Journey to the Flame Quotes

“desk into a small and lonely light and floated in dreams on a skiff of words. He blinked away the shadows of an ominous image, something tremendous, dark, winged, blotting over the sparkle of the rising sun. Kipling stood up, one hand pressing the cloth, the other still shielding his eyes. “An airplane,” he said. The double wings dipped and a trail of black smoke stained the perfect blue sky and then the craft lurched and dropped below the level of the trees.”
― Richard Monaco, Journey to the Flame