Sublime

That’s Aliss, he thinks, and he sees it, he knows it. That’s Aliss at the fire. That is Aliss, he thinks, his great-great-grandmother, he is sure of it. It’s Aliss, he was named after her, or rather after her grandson Asle, the one who died when he was seven, the one who drowned, he drowned in the bay, his Grandpa Olaf’s brother, his namesake.

firmament

mien.

That Thomas had worked for the Chronicle since 1976 was easily established, as was the fact that he’d published three brief novels since that date. Out of a sense of delicacy Carleton never mentioned that he owned all three of these, and found them elegant and elliptical, couched in prose that had the cadence of the King James Bible, and concerned