“It’s a wonderful day for killing, isn’t it ( Read more... )

( Until you've loved a love you've had to lose, you don't know what love is. )

The lack of pain surprised him. Jack had felt nothing more than a dull emptiness as he entered his flat. It was not a sensation that would bother him to drink or tears or angry prose he’d as soon throw away as hammer on to paper. It was a sensation like routine hunger, the quiet kind that quivered the stomach of the casual diner who wanted any old ( Read more... )