He prefers not to ruin things with any more questions. What it is is what it is.

Liesel crossed the bridge over the Amper River. The water was glorious and emerald and rich. She could see the stones at the bottom and hear the familiar song of water. The world did not deserve such a river.

Shadows of cloud lurked in the water, like holes the sun forgot about.

Rosa Hubermann was sitting on the edge of the bed with her husband's accordion tied to her chest. Her fingers hovered above the keys. She did not move. She didn't ever appear to be breathing.

He left Himmel Street wearing his hangover and a suit.

Imagine smiling after a slap in the face. Then think of doing it twenty-four hours a day.

...to swear with a ferocity that can only be described as a talent.