I buried Dante in the garden. His bones were left there for all eternity. The sketches were hidden away in a locked trunk. I had killed thirteen people before and thought that it had just been bad luck. But fourteen, it seems, is just as unlucky a number as thirteen.
-a prince of crows/beloved
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The Human Stain ~a collection of quotes and snippets~
NouvellesThe Human Stain is a book dedicated to quotes and snippets from my stories. The title is taken from my story Salvatoria (an Ambassador's choice, ONC shortlister, winner of The Black Cat Award's contest, and winner of Oh, What a Chapter! contest). Sa...
