Jasper! Casey shouts, startling the young woman. My cargo is talking to me! - Nathan Reese Maher
All is as if the world did cease to exist. The city's monuments go unseen, its past unheard, and its culture slowly fading in the dismal sea. - Nathan Reese Maher
Call me crazy, but there is something terribly wrong with this city. - Nathan Reese Maher
I can’t help but ask, Do you know where you are?She turns to me with a foreboding glare. Do you? - Nathan Reese Maher
History doesn’t start with a tall buildingand a card with your name written on it, but jokes do. I think someone is takingus for suckers and is playing a mean game. - Nathan Reese Maher
She leaves my side and heads deeper intothe apartment singing, —if the spirit tries to hide, its temple far away… acopper for those they ask, a diamond for those who stay. - Nathan Reese Maher
I rouse Emily to our guests, as she finishes off our fifteenth snowman by setting the head atop its torso. She stands limp at my direction, pointing out the coming shadows and I cannot help but hear a muffled sigh as she decapitates her latest creation with a single push of her hand. - Nathan Reese Maher
That’s a stupid name! Whirly-gig is much better, I think. Who in their rightmind would point at this thing and say, ‘I’m going to fly in my Model-A1’.People would much rather say, ‘Get in my whirly-gig’. And that’s what youshould name it. - Nathan Reese Maher
Jasper set an intercepting course towards that Rhylonian Star Duster. Maybe we can catch them on their blind side.Doesn’t this ship have a cloak? Jaq asks.Miss Synergy, I don’t know what they teach now a’days at the Academy, but ships do not wear clothes. - Nathan Reese Maher
Do we not each dream of dreams? Do we not dance on the notes of lostmemories? Then are we not each dreamers of tomorrow and yesterday, since dreamsplay when time is askew? Are we not all adrift in the constant sea of trial and when all is done, do we not all yearn for ships to carry us home? - Nathan Reese Maher
There is a stillness between us, a period of restlessness that ties my stomachin a hangman’s noose. It is this same lack in noise that lives, there! in thedarkness of the grave, how it frightens me beyond all things. - Nathan Reese Maher
Did Bach ever eatpancakes at midnight? - Nathan Reese Maher