Quotes from Rick Mofina

If you talked about writing books, you'd never do it.

the shower, he thought of the children. What about their birth months? Signs of the Zodiac. The Zodiac? He patted Old Spice on his face after shaving, pulled a fresh pair of pants over his Fruit of the Looms. He chose the shirt with the fewest wrinkles, a blue Arrow

Gold Gate Park.

Because the others were evil, mother-fucking, stone-cold, remorseless, degenerate, defective dangerous attempts at human beings who needed to be dispatched back to the factory.

And this is a free country. I'll say what I please to whomever I like.

child!" the Reverend thundered after Edward committed sins as heinous as spilling his milk at the supper table, or failing to wash away a trace of dirt from his hands before inspection. "Edward, fetch the rod." His father would command him to get the viperlike leather strap hanging from a nail inside the study near the painting of Golgotha. Edward would tremble. He had long ago forsaken pleading for mercy. Begging was a sign of weakness, a failing

FBI's Violent Criminal Apprehension Program, known as ViCAP.

Venetian Pear.

making calls, jotting notes as the chatter spilled over the glass walls of the small office tucked in a corner of the newsroom. Experienced

Ryan saw the art and honor in creating smooth new walls and ceilings, enclosing the spaces in which people work and live.

Tree limbs scraped at her face and arms, snagged and pulled at her jeans and backpack. Thick wild growth, practically impossible to walk through. But Paige kept moving, banging her walking stick against the trees and brush, feeling herself moving in a downward slope.

Her sins, which are many, are forgiven, for she has loved much. —Luke 7:4

highway curled breathtakingly close to the cliff edges above the Pacific, its cresting cobalt waves pummeling the rocks while embracing the beaches below. The view soothed

You reached out of nowhere and took her. I will reach into nothing and find you. You're here. I know you're here. I can feel you. I can smell you. We're coming for you. One by one, Sydowski stared at the men