tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169078819691058551.post578822680385344312..comments2024-01-08T16:26:32.976-05:00Comments on Exquisite Quills!: Sunday Peek!Rose Andersonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04429566802562925080noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169078819691058551.post-6509893328042887882015-04-01T05:23:28.078-04:002015-04-01T05:23:28.078-04:00First six sentences of my new release, Farewell to...First six sentences of my new release, Farewell to Kindness.<br /><br />George was drunk. But not nearly drunk enough. He still saw his young friend’s dying eyes everywhere. In half-caught glimpses of strangers reflected in windows along Bond Street, under the hats of coachmen that passed him along the silent streets to Bedford Square, in the flickering lamps that shone pallidly against the cold London dawn as he stumbled up the steps to his front door.<br /><br />They followed his every waking hour: hot, angry, hate-filled eyes that had once been warm with admiration.<br /><br />He drank to forget, but all he could do was remember.<br /><br />Buy links on my book page: http://judeknightauthor.com/books/farewell-to-kindness/Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11901942344972133201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169078819691058551.post-9654690554954292082015-04-01T05:22:50.610-04:002015-04-01T05:22:50.610-04:00First six sentences of my new release, Farewell to...First six sentences of my new release, Farewell to Kindness.<br /><br />George was drunk. But not nearly drunk enough. He still saw his young friend’s dying eyes everywhere. In half-caught glimpses of strangers reflected in windows along Bond Street, under the hats of coachmen that passed him along the silent streets to Bedford Square, in the flickering lamps that shone pallidly against the cold London dawn as he stumbled up the steps to his front door.<br /><br />They followed his every waking hour: hot, angry, hate-filled eyes that had once been warm with admiration.<br /><br />He drank to forget, but all he could do was remember.<br /><br />Buy links on my book page: http://judeknightauthor.com/books/farewell-to-kindness/Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11901942344972133201noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5169078819691058551.post-12178801732059250132015-03-29T03:04:38.455-04:002015-03-29T03:04:38.455-04:00The real West accurately portrayed in fiction.
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