Quotes by : T.P. Grish

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

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

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

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