I choose solitude over cold kisses. If it isn’t love, it is poison.
Opposite Pissec sits ghoulish Gottfried Baumauer, a tall, skinny workaholic with dark-ringed eye sockets and long, yellowing smoker’s fingers. He’s thirty-eight. He doesn’t say much. He drinks a lot of tea – likes it strong...
You’ve never really loved your wife, have you, Ridley?
An unhappy woman with access to weed killer had to be watched carefully.
Every poison is not bitter but definitely they all kill.
Power is poison. Its effect on Presidents had always been tragic.
Bride of Beimerstetten, bride of Beimerstetten, bride of Beimerstetten, naked bride of Beimerstetten,” and he imagines a procession of proud military men blowing trumpets as they stomp through a bomb-devastated town to the tune of...