“—They don’t want your revolution, Patrick said to Alice. —No. They won’t be involved. Just you. You’re a mongrel, like me. Not like my daughter here. But like me. —So what do you want? —Nothing but thunder.”
pg. 127
“—They don’t want your revolution, Patrick said to Alice. —No. They won’t be involved. Just you. You’re a mongrel, like me. Not like my daughter here. But like me. —So what do you want? —Nothing but thunder.”
pg. 127