We do not remember days, Shemei, we remember moments, and the richness of life lies in memories we have forgotten.

Rosehill was shady and beautiful, the most serene place I could imagine. It had been closed to the public for years, and sometimes as I wandered alone – and often lonely – through the lush...

Something you killed didn’t stay dead? Wow. That must have really put some termites in your coffin.

The Boogeyman,’ he said, just to be sure. ‘The Boogeyman killed an employee of the President of the United States.’The president nodded.Some days, Zach thought, I really hate this job.

Emma was doing something nice for Simon? Hell must be enjoying the snow day.

Close your mouth Lily, you look like a codfish.””I can’t help it. This place looks like something out of medieval times. I’m surprised there aren’t rushes on the floor or half-dressed serving wenches carrying trenchers...

Protector and destroyer were two sides of the same coin. Who knew which one would come out in a toss-up?

Events That Haunt The Mind And Scar It With Nightmares Are Never What They Seem…

Life ends with a snap of small bones, a head cracked from its stem, and a spirit unmoored…

Have you been hitting the wine or my mother’s brownies again?