Someone stumbled into him, cursed and walked away. Richard was lying prone on the platform, in the rush-hour glare. The side of his face was sticky and cold. He pulled his head up off the ground. He had been lying in a pool of his own vomit. At least, he hoped it was his own.

“For some, it was easier to take the leap from the leafless tree and dance on no…”

“So yeah, Jesus does pretty good over here. But I met a guy who said he saw him …”

“It was a city in which the very old and the awkwardly new jostled each other, n…”

“The right song can turn an emperor into a laughingstock, can bring down dynasti…”