The night was falling down from the east and the darkness that passed over them came in a sudden breath of cold and stillness and passed on. As if the darkness had a soul itself that was the sun’s assassin hurrying to the west as once men did believe, as they may believe again.
Cormac McCarthy, from The Crossing
February 17, 2019 at 9:00 pm
What a lovely line, the last one. Thanks for the share, Joseph.
February 17, 2019 at 9:05 pm
Thanks, D. McCarthy gives us so many great lines.
February 17, 2019 at 9:54 pm
He certainly does.