Peter David Quotes

Some time later, I sat in the wine cellar, staring at the walls while cradling a wineskin in my lap like a child, murmuring over and over as if lulling the child to sleep, 'I am shat upon. I am shat upon'.

Once again I felt light-headed, but this time it wasn't from the scent of lilacs; it was from the scent of my own death.