“So it was the hand that started it all . . . His hands had been infected, and soon it would be his arms . . . His hands were ravenous.”
“It was all in His hands now - as it had always been.”
“When he went into that bar and saw Tony there with somebody, his head close to a handsome blond one, his hand on the man’s arm, Mac had been so…jealous.”
“When we were young his hands had been soft but now they were a man's hands, with rough palms and coarse fingertips, but they were still as careful as ever.”
“His hands had been reddened, as all men's hands have been, in the slaying before the foundation of the world; now, if he chose, he would dip them again in the same blood. 'Mercy,' he groaned...”
“He had lived as a handful of taffy between his mother and his father all his life, had been pulled in so many directions, stretched here and there, that all he could do was plaster a mighty smile on his face.”