Saturday, May 26, 2012

In his dreams and even in his waking hours his father’s raspy, lifetime-smoker’s voice would come to Hoot, the voice sounding ghostly but tangible, sounding real, slightly muffled, as if the ol’ man were speaking from behind his hand, or maybe lurking just out of sight in the next room.  Sometimes, in broad daylight, when Hoot stood still in the shadows, the voice would come from some invisible somewhere, floating among the millions of dust motes hovering between the sun’s glare and the deeper dark.  Or at night it would come as a whisper on a breath of breeze – like now.   
- Skyshooter - sequel to Troubleshooter, from the Ezra Hooten novels.

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