Bücher von Earl Griffin

When the ghosts met, there was much confusion. Stacey watched them come down the wide concourse, coming generally in his direction but without intention or purpose, appearing from the mist of months and birthdays and years and Christmases missed, a thousand greetings forsaken, ten thousand moments lost.… He had become accustomed to his being dead to them. Now. What. A resurrection? It was the older brother's face that caused Stacey to think to turn and to run, … from the two revenants.