He told me that once, in the war, heโd come upon a German soldier in the grass with his insides falling out; he was just lying there in agony. The soldier had looked up at Sergeant Leonard, and even though they didnโt speak the same language, they understood each other with just a look. The German lying on the ground; the American standing over him. He put a bullet in the soldierโs head. He didnโt do it with anger, as an enemy, but as a fellow man, one soldier helping another.
Libba BrayTravel opens your mind as few other things do. It is its own form of hypnotism, and I am forever under its spell
Libba BrayI thought research would be more glamorous, somehow. I'd give the librarian a secret code word and he'd give me the one book I needed and whisper the necessary page numbers. Like a speakeasy. With books.
Libba BrayWhat took you so long?โ Will asked when Evie came panting into the room. He and Jericho had assembled a stack of books, which they were tucking into Willโs attachรฉ case. โI walked to Jerusalem for the Bible. I knew youโd want an original,โ Evie snapped.
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