A.F. Stewart, Killers And Demons Quotes

Sulphurous wind gusted in his wake the dust of the street swirled and the folds of his black coat flapped against his thin body.

So, I poisoned his coffee this morning and watched him drink it.

I told you. I’ve been watching.” She twirled, her arms outstretched. “Watching, watching, watching.

Ashes, ashes.” Her whispered words of an old rhyme smashed through the silence as thunder, and in unison, the shadow figures answered.“We all fall down.