He would talk to them of stories and books, and explain to them how stories wanted to be told and books wanted to be read, and how everything that they ever needed to know about life and the land of which he wrote, or about any land or realm that they could imagine, was contained in books. And some of the children understood, and some did not.
John ConnollyHe became merely the broken statue of a beast, now without another's fear to animate it.
John ConnollyWhy is there always one bloke in these boy bands who looks like he came to fix the boiler and somehow got bullied into joining the group?
John ConnollyShe was plump, with dyed red hair and a face so caked with cosmetics that the floor of the Amazon jungle probably saw more natural light.
John Connolly