The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling yet in the west blasksatin thunderheads continued to stack up. It was as if night has burst a bloodvessel in the sky over there.
Stephen King
The sun had burned through and the day had gone from dull to dazzling yet in the west blasksatin thunderheads continued to stack up. It was as if night has burst a bloodvessel in the sky over there.
Stephen King