“By [debate] time voters have pretty much picked their candidates,” says Erikson.
Across meadows, over ditches, and at last up rather a steep ascent wound the way to Widow Erikson's cottage.
As Dr. Erikson has pointed out, he can be both a leader and a follower.
The Erikson woman got hold of the Manager on the stairs while he was going to his lunch.
On Mrs. Erikson it was probably worked as a punishment also.
He took the automatic from his jumper and leveled it at Erikson's chest.
You can't keep Erikson out, and the Council of Ten has left us on our own.
The statement was redundant with the propaganda that Erikson's nightriders peddled on every street corner.
Has it occurred to you that our whole culture might collapse if Erikson has his way?
"I will try one last attempt at reason, Erikson," Merrick said deliberately.