He was wearing a big cloak he was. Red as a fire engine inside, black as a woodchuck’s asshole outside. And when it spread out behind him, it looked like a goddamn bat’s wing it did.
Dwight Renfield
Stephen King’s THE NIGHT FLIER
He was wearing a big cloak he was. Red as a fire engine inside, black as a woodchuck’s asshole outside. And when it spread out behind him, it looked like a goddamn bat’s wing it did.
Dwight Renfield
Stephen King’s THE NIGHT FLIER