“The holiday village had sprung up in Bryant Park, and the ice rink and booths were bustling with early Christmas shoppers. It smelled like fried food and scented candles, mixed with the occasional blast of diesel from the traffic inching along 42nd Street. When I think of how New York City smells, this is it.” CourageSadnessUnpredictableIntriguePanamaShamanGang StalkingIntelligence AgentsGas LightingRemote Mind Control Author:Edward Williams