DhalgrenMonday, December 25, 1879
"I bet it's eight." He spread the wrinkled page bottom.
Is that what you told her?
He looked back, ready to yell to Denny to get the fuck on down here.
"I didn't even see us go in." Denny stepped forward in the night grass.
IV: In Time of Plague
…'Their number has been estimated anywhere from forty to preposterous figures in the high hundreds'…
"Okay," Kid said because there was nothing else to do.
Glass turned. Slabs of light slid across his black vinyl. "Huh?"
Hey, is that shit any good?