A sentence I absolutely love from the opening page of Martuk … the Holy: Proseuche (Nov 2013), the upcoming sequel to Martuk … the Holy:
Weeks ago, the sun waking behind a canopy of slate grey clouds, he had wrestled with the keys that turned the locks that opened the doors to this, his church.
Always nice to lighten the perpetual dark of my Martuk with a little sing-songy rhyme stuff, right?
