Threshold -Zelazny-

"I know you are specially designed for this operation" the man twisted as the Old Stories streaked gold across the wall opposite. When the lights went out a moment later , touching his throat , like a piece of ice dictating : ' Lies about Man's psychological & biological make-up.' "I know ; I wrote it , seldom happy & junk sick" Laughter from the Alcatraz of his eyes asking someone for The Synopsis of ; Flight , wordless. Hate , an active verb. Fury , the inside of a furnace. Pain & silence...