Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

I have to say that although it broke my heart, I was, and still am, glad I was there.

They were glued down, every last one of them. A packet of souls. Was it fate?Misfortune?Is that what glued them down like that?Of course not.Let's not be stupid.It probably had more to do with the hurled bombs, thrown down by humans hiding in the clouds.

I guess if editing doesn't hurt, you're probably not doing it properly. I find it quite difficult. The hardest part is believing that it's actually working and getting rid of the doubt that always creeps in.

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

Trust was accumulated quickly, due primarily to the brute strength of the man's gentleness, his thereness. (p.36)

In the basement of 33 Himmel Street, Max Vandenburg could feel the fists of an entire nation. One by one they climbed into the ring to beat him down. They made him bleed. They let him suffer. Millions of them - until one last time, when he gathered himself to his feet.