Ad hominem
Charlie Ben Studdard squinted at Mrs. Kinbote and sucked quietly at his pipe. He let the cherry smoke roil in his cheeks and the tobacco glow in the bowl. She […]
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Address
Charlie Ben Studdard did not think of himself as the world’s greatest private detective. He wasn’t the best in America, nor the county. And if he was honest with himself […]
Acclimate
The seasonal wights did not come in airs of pestilence, as their cousins, the blights. They came on the equinoctial turns, when the smells of the seasons lured them from […]
Pierce Nahigyan 