A Quiet Burning (Paperback)

Quietly breaking down, no one notices. They can't hear the screaming within, only the tapping of keys on the keyboard. "He's typing like he's angry." No, he's typing like a madman. His soul is being ripped apart, locusts are feasting on his brain, but no one hears. No one knows. A quiet burning. Sssshhh...They're chanting on the hillside again. Robed figures with crows all around their heads at twilight. Each holds a candle. Their chant is in Latin, but I catch your name several times. My good Catholic girl, where are you? It is time for Mass.