“ The further we are from the last disaster, the closer we are to the next. ”
So what are you planning to do with the rest of your life?Develop a drinking problem. More Scotch, please.
~ Daniel Silva
Vicary had decided he wanted to contribute. He wanted to do something instead of watching the world through his well-guarded window.
He felt as though the bones of his ribcage were snapping beneath the weight of the stone that God had laid over his heart.
We all leave behind bits of loose thread. Old operations, old enemies. They pull at you, like memories of old lovers.
