“The gargoyles from the night before tend to linger and reach out to their victims from the soft edges of sleep. Jack woke up with a headache and went straight to the kitchen to fix a cup of coffee and a bagel. When that was done, he took his breakfast out to the porch. A ground mist had formed, hovering just above the lawn. The cool air felt good. He swallowed two Tylenol, sat back on the glider, and closed his eyes. One of the gargoyles perched itself on the top rail, watching him through yell...ow eyes. His belief that he was responsible for the deaths of Will Landry and Ed Mundas had retreated only marginally in the early dawn light. If he had only understood what the Sandman was planning sooner, both men might still be alive. Morris Shottner called that having irrational expectations. Maybe he was right. To Jack, they had never seemed irrational. Normal perhaps, but not irrational. Sometimes putting that kind of pressure on himself worked; sometimes it didn’t.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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