"The fog had creeped in from the marshes now, erasing the tracks and footprints in the yard, glazing the windows, beading the porch rails white. Out in the road, it folded my father's truck into its gray oblivion."
- John Banville
"The fog had creeped in from the marshes now, erasing the tracks and footprints in the yard, glazing the windows, beading the porch rails white. Out in the road, it folded my father's truck into its gray oblivion."
- John Banville
