Then she turned for the great mouth of a door, and by the time it inhaled her, she was a much older woman.
John HartI'm sixty-nine years old, and I have no plans to run for reelection. Do you think I give a damn?
John HartStichwörter: mystery
Disgust was an organ in Hunt's gut. The more he thought about it, the more it churned.
John HartShe turned the water scalding hot and scrubbed her face until it hurt, but the eyes still looked wrong. She tore off her clothes and stepped into the shower; but it was not enough.
The dirt was on the inside.
Lightening falls, all you can do is- pray God that it doesn't fall on you.
John HartWe can all live with doubts. It's the knowing that breaks us.
Iron House
Our questions, which began politely, were politely ignored.
John HartFor a year, Johnny lived the new, brutal truth that he was on his own.
But that's the way it was. What had been concrete one day proved sand the next; strength was illusion; faith meant shit. So what? So his once-bright world had devolved to cold, wet fog. That was life, the new order. Johnny had nothing to trust but himself, so that's the way he rolled - his path, his choices, and no looking back.
Stichwörter: cynicism jaded facing-reality
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