M.R. Gott, Where The Dead Fear To Tread Quotes
A vein throbs to the left of his forehead. It pulsates, mirroring the violence in the room.
The only sound is the audible record of her thrusts as she becomes wetter. Her beautiful voice echoing in his head, they share the sounds of their amorous flesh moving in unbridled rhythm.
The dead are the past and we cannot escape the past. Without the past there will be no future.