Quotes from Robert Dugoni

plate. For all the flames, the chicken looked golden brown and crisp. Tracy had no idea how Dan did it. He turned the knobs off, killing the flames, then shut off the nozzle supplying

expensive decor befitting a firm of nearly a thousand lawyers generating $330 million in annual revenues in offices scattered throughout

Krasnopresnenskaya Nab, marching

choke, and pulled the rip cord. The engine cranked, sputtered, and died. He made sure the gear was in neutral and the

Sleep was like sex. The less you had, the more you craved it, and Tracy Crosswhite hadn't had much of either lately.

I realized that just because things hadn't worked out as I'd planned didn't mean things couldn't work out at all.

Fine, but what about your wife? she'd asked. Is she going to have a fucking problem? I hope not, Kins had said. With three kids under the age of eight, that's about the last fun thing we do together. She

It was the conundrum of every parent with a boy becoming a young man—loving your child enough to let him make his own decisions and his own mistakes, and not stepping in to rescue him.

Fine, but what about your wife? she'd asked. Is she going to have a fucking problem? I hope not, Kins had said. With three kids under the age of eight, that's about the last fun thing we do together.

And, Vera . . ." "Yeah." "I want you to know that I love you. I know you know, but I want you to hear me say it. And I know you told me not to start apologizing, but I'm sorry I haven't told you that more often.

Only when I do not search does the purpose become clear.

Williams adjusted a black knit driving cap that had become a fixture since he'd conceded the inevitable and shaved his head.

Sleep was like sex. The less you had, the more you craved it, and Tracy Crosswhite hadn't had much of either lately. She stretched

you're embarrassed to have it read, then you probably shouldn't be doing whatever you're writing about in the

Fill your hands, you son of a bitch

There are millions of forgotten young men buried

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