![]() A featureless door confronts us, as does the happy stink of fry grease. Finally, he into a side street littered with broken bottles and cracked bricks. Max navigates roads I can’t see save for rain scattering like shattered crystal, humming with his hat pulled low. The crying jag left me hollow as a shell casing. Oregon Weekly Times, Portland, Oregon, November 14, 1857 ![]() Oregon is a land for the white man, and refusing the toleration of negroes in our midst as slaves, we rightly and for a yet stronger reason, prohibit them from coming to us as free negro vagabonds. ![]() In the following passage, Faye’s grievously wounded protagonist is cautiously welcomed into the Paragon Hotel, where she receives treatment, and gets questioned as to the origins of her injuries. The following is an exclusive excerpt from The Paragon Hotel, by Lyndsay Faye, in which a woman on the run from some dangerous East Coast gangsters washes up in Portland, Oregon only to find herself surrounded by new friends - and beset by new troubles. ![]()
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