Quotes by : T.P. Grish

There was balance, harsh and violent like the noxious air in a swamp. But balance, nonetheless. Then....

Bah, he still saw the same stupidity. The image of the hanged man in the farming community of Yondern....

His cell-phone rang. Dominic fumbled for it on the nightstand next to the couch, the dim lights not helping....

He plunged into the foliage, and was swept into a humid, wet world of towering trees, animal chirps and....