“And it’s hard to get to sleep in my small attic room, straining my ear each time the old house creaks, almost hearing the terrible old man’s footsteps on the wooden staircase, coming to get me, to drag me off to his infernal den, to feed me unleavened bread made with the blood of infant martyrs.”
It’s International Book Week! The rules: Grab the closest book to you, turn to page 52, and post the 5th sentence as your status. Don’t mention the title. Copy the rules as part of your status.
The excerpt is from a book I’m now reading, a very great one by the way even in translation, which I got for $2 as a Nook Daily Find a few days ago, probably as a nod to the second anny of its first edition.