When a man is on the verge of passing out from pain, it seemed wrong to notice how beautiful he was.
Time was such an odd thing. One moment you could talk to someone, then suddenly, they were gone.
It is the way of mortals. They fling themselves at life and emerge broken.
You are a sick, sick man,” I told him. “Thank you,” Ben replied, looking modest.
A man learns with age, if he is lucky.
Coffee or orange juice?” “Water is fine.” His eyebrows went up. “Uh-oh,” Auriele said, but she was smiling. Darryl was not. “Are you implying that my coffee is not the best in four counties? Or my fresh-squeezed orange juice is less than perfect?