3 Ergebnisse.

It came from the east and went into the west with a rustle of the prairie grass and a cry of the rails that lasted on the wind long after it was gone. Jonas Arthur stood on the platform and watched it go, watched the smoke rising from its single stack against the deepening horizon. He'd been waiting for the Drenditch Express, intent on robbing it, but it hadn't come. Instead another train passed the station and disappeared into the desert, and...

The rain fell on Baltimore. She hung up the phone. Her friend was dead. Suicide. Or murder, depending on what you believe. But Adelina had given her the exorcist's number. "He can help you, " she said. She hoped it was true.

She searched the phone book but found nothing. She called the parish, but they wouldn't help. A mother would do anything. Sleepless nights. Desperation. She'd heard his name but she couldn't remember where. She rang the number. Her last hope. "Michael?