"What once seemed a lost child now found is but wild grasses on a lonely tomb, their dull blades nodding in sign over the wastes of this river, the wastes of this city, in sorrow, nothing else remains. Only sorrow, nothing else remains -"
12 "ghost-stories".
Perhaps a bit easier to read because I knew "how" to read him: fast, not caring much if you miss a word or two, since it's almost subconscious writing. Some stories were easier to read than others.
A difficult book though. A difficult writer.
