And each day of not eating was an added insurance of several days of lifeNarrator
An age-long minute later, a scrap of paper, wrapped around a stone, dropped at his feet.Narrator
It was strange, the obsessed impression he had of his own powerlessness.Narrator
Time and again and many times he strove to break through the wall of the defence.Narrator
He shook his head, reached for a cloth, and started to wipe the long knife.Narrator
His knees were shaking under him, and he was horribly nauseated.Narrator
Yet nobody knew what he had been prepared to do, save Bill.Narrator
A physical fear of the dark drove him back to the fire.Narrator
It was not the dark that bothered him, but the stealthy quietness of the life that moved about him.Narrator
The sickness was gone, and he was still on his feet.Narrator