Opening Lines #2
It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.
The Big Sleep
Looke what thy memorie cannot containe, Commit to these waste blacks
It was about eleven o’clock in the morning, mid October, with the sun not shining and a look of hard wet rain in the clearness of the foothills.
The Big Sleep
From the series: Opening Lines