Ulf Wolf: 53 books

Once upon a time there were three children who meant to save the world. The first, and the oldest of the three—and whose name was Flannery—knew this on arrival: the world was in terrible trouble. The Great War, still less than seven years past, had left the world in a darkness that for...

After much haggling and some give and take (the give mainly—actually, I’d go so far as to say exclusively—provided by God), He finally relented: “All right, all right,” He said (twice—so four “all rights” in toto), all right (a fifth) we could leave if we wanted, if we really wanted....

His room was small and warm and he had now sat so still for so long and said nothing for so long that I would be justified in wondering whether he was still awake. He was though. His eyes were open and resting on his hands, on his hairless hands one on top of the other, who in turn rested on...

I know of a place. It’s not very big. It’s in the heart, just before you get to the heart of hearts. There’s a little antechamber there where unsavory intentions gather and linger and linger—for no matter how hard they wish and try to, they cannot enter the heart of hearts, I’m pretty sure...

To say that Sam was obsessed with reincarnation would not have been too wide off the mark. His childhood experience pointed in that direction, but how could he be sure? How could anyone be sure? In his search for the truth in this regard, he discovered that early Church Fathers, like Origen,...

There is a visual suggestion. Not much more than an unexpected movement of the air, a fluttering in the corner of his eye. Perhaps not even that—it was more like a barky whisper as he strode past the old tree on his left, a gentle tap on his shoulder that didn’t register for a few more...

He knew by the cry of locked wheels on tarmac, by the sting of rubber smoke in his nostrils, by the core of silence in which he found himself despite the noise—and perhaps mostly by this stillness—that he was not going to make it. He knew as he rushed towards it, or it towards him—for...

I am Kurr. I am young at seven hundred seasons. I am not yet wed, I have caught no manchilds, and the mountain thinks me odd. But as with many things, when I sit to think on this I see that what is seen as odd is often seen through odd-seeing eyes and that is what I tell myself, that...

Arthur Thelonious Sherry of 46 Rexford Circle, Birchdale, Maine, was doing tax battle again. That is to say, not he personally but by way of Waynemore Bland, his accountant of many years: a 43-year-old man who still lived at home with his mother, and who had lost none of his hair and made a point...

They say Jesus Kristus was untouched. You learn it in school, you hear it from parents, from grandparents—from them especially—from friends, and from preachers. You read it in the Bible: Jesus Kristus was the first to, and the only one ever to, escape, ascend, transcend, what have you,...

This he knows: His name is Chandra. Is one of the things he knows. Many long days and nights ago he often heard the name spoken, and it was meant for him, that he knows. It was his name, and still is. Many long days and nights ago his name was spoken by a person he remembers loving, remembers...