Excerpt from working novel, “Where Airy Voices Lead”
Closing his eyes, inhaling the cool stream of air pulsing through the flat, Francis glanced over at the sheer curtains on either side of one window blown back against the interior wall, spread out symmetrically like two diaphanous wings suspended in air....
Anthony Timperman
Excerpt from working novel, “Where Airy Voices Lead”
Closing his eyes, inhaling the cool stream of air pulsing through the flat, Francis glanced over at the sheer curtains on either side of one window blown back against the interior wall, spread out symmetrically like two diaphanous wings suspended in air....