Though Jack Nubbins was extremely talented, Quenten Cassidy had viewed the Specter; when he reached down through the familiar layers of gloom and fat…

- John L. Parker Jr.

He ran his hand up and down his left achilles tendon. Very tender; better pay attention to it and back off if it gets any worse. Maybe ice it. The ol…

- John L. Parker Jr.

The Trial of Miles; Miles of Trials.

- John L. Parker Jr.

There was no let-up. The tempo was always moderate but steady. If a new guy decided to pick up the pace, that's where it stayed, whether he finished …

- John L. Parker Jr.

No one promised you there would be universal justice.

- John L. Parker Jr.

If the furnace is hot enough, anything will burn, even Big Macs.

- John L. Parker Jr.

Cassidy's heart tried to leap out through his taught skin and hop into his wet hands. But outwardly it was all very calm, very serene, just as always…

- John L. Parker Jr.

He wanted to impart some of the truths Bruce Denton had taught him, that you dont' become a runner by winning a morning workout. The only true way is…

- John L. Parker Jr.

Running to him was real; the way he did it the realest thing he knew. It was all joy and woe, hard as a diamond; it made him weary behond comprehensi…

- John L. Parker Jr.