As soon as he stepped from the ladder, the trap door slammed shut above him. Geraldo squinted in the near darkness; wrinkles fanned from his dark oaken eyes. “Hijo de puta!” He swore. “What gives Be-Bop?” A click and a string of clear and buzzing Christmas lights lined the ceiling. The walls of the tunnel […]
Books are like seeds, they can lie dormant for centuries, but may also produce flowers in the most unpromising soil.