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But writers INVITE ghosts, maybe; along with actors and artists, they are the only totally accepted mediums of our society. They make worlds that never were, populate them with people who never existed, and then invite us to join them in their fantasies. And we do it, don't we? Yes. We PAY to do it.

How can he be so strong? How can he be so strong when be looks like he's dying?
But the answer was obvious. He wasn't human. She didn't think he was really even alive.

"But I could have come closer to believing a ghost story than this. We're not just talking about a ghost, we're talking about a man who never was."

There was no sense of personal threat—no immediate personal threat, at least-but the same feeling of walking through a dark room filled with delicate strands of cobweb which brushed across your face, first tickling and ultimately maddening, strands which did not stick but whispered away just before you could grab them.

Thad felt a shiver go up his spine... and then a peculiar thing happened. A phantom sound filled his mind—not his head but his mind-for a moment. It was a sound which imparted an aching sense of dejà vu, for it had been almost thirty years since he had last heard it. It was the ghostly sound of hundreds, perhaps thousands, of small birds.

THE SPARROWS ARE FLYING AGAIN.