“
It felt odd to have Regina laundering his clothes.
'Oh. If you’d rather clean them yourself . . .'
No, that didn’t sound right, either.
...more
”
― The Artist’s Redemption
― The Artist’s Redemption
“
Above his head, the drip had spread, dark and blooming across the plaster. A spider watched him from a gauzy web above the washstand. Light from his shrinking candle reflected in the grime on the window. He was pretty sure there was something crawling in his mattress. His stomach growled its displeasure, and somewhere a pig slept on his nightshirt. But for some reason, he was pleased.
”
― The Artist’s Redemption
― The Artist’s Redemption
