Personally, I like a chocolate-colored sky, dark, dark chocolate.
I traveled the globe as always, handing souls to the conveyor belt of eternity.
Better that we leave the paint behind," Hans told her, "than ever forget the music.
How'd it feel?" Rube asked himself. "I don't know exactly, but it made me want to howl.
The best word shakers were the ones who understood the true power of words. They were the ones who could climb the highest.
It was Russia, January 5, 1943, and just another icy day. Out among the city and snow, there were dead Russians and Germans everywhere. Those who remained were firing into the blank pages in front of them. Three languages interwove. The Russian, the bullets, the German.