I Started Reading The Big Histories And

It Was So Easy To Disappear, So Easy To Deny Knowledge, So Very Easy In The Smoke And Din To Mask That Something Dark Had Taken Root. This Was Chicago, On The Eve Of The Greatest Fair In History.

Dodd Continued To Hope That The Murders Would So Outrage The German Public That The Regime Would Fall, But As The Days Passed He Saw No Evidence Of Any Such Outpouring Of Anger.

Germans Grew Reluctant To Stay In Communal Ski Lodges, Fearing They Might Talk In Their Sleep. They Postponed Surgeries Because Of The Lip-loosening Effects Of Anesthetic. Dreams Reflected The Ambient Anxiety. One German Dreamed That An Sa Man Came To His Home And Opened The Door To His Oven, Which Then Repeated Every Negative Remark The Household Had Made Against The Government.

Whenever I Finish A Book, I Start With A Blank Slate And Never Have Ideas Lined Up.

Beneath The Gore And Smoke And Loam, This Book Is About The Evanescence Of Life, And Why Some Men Choose To Fill Their Brief Allotment Of Time Engaging The Impossible, Others In The Manufacture Of Sorrow. In The End It Is A Story Of The Ineluctable Conflict Between Good And Evil, Daylight And Darkness, The White City And The Black.