“Was there really a killer?” he asked me. “A night stalker. Was it the drug addicted alcoholic nurse, the strange Cold Room doctor, Rosa the nurse’s aide or Bruce the big black orderly, or had it all started when that weird Oddur Gunnerson came to The Lodge. Was it Karl? Or was it all just … Continue reading Chapter 115 – Jon’s Question

A fist, pounding on the fresh meat of the innocent. A raw dog, always hungry, always hunting for the victory. Can't surrender. Bone thin. An angel of stone, a banshee, screaming forward, pleading for victory or mercy.

Snorri: We are like two parasites consuming each other; will there be nothing left of us when we are done? Will we be just another story. My tales have been of actual men, not myths and fantasies about Gods, about God. Have I used this time well? It has given me so much, have all … Continue reading Chapter 114 – The Conversation

weathered faces lined with longing for sleep they could not love you - they said no hope left inside an empty hall of strangers no meeting of eyes they are shredded and ragged torn and fatal like thorny fields of pot shards stacked to the end of the sea slow and deep sunken, like long … Continue reading Fatal

In my mind’s eye, he looked as I looked when I was younger and also as I imagined I would look as a much older man, wise and fragile, bent, and old with brittle limbs but filled with the knowledge of a long life, devoid of prejudices and empty notions, knowing there is an end … Continue reading Chapter 113 – Time