When the reader and one narrator know something the other narrator does not, the opportunities for suspense and plot development and the shifting of reader sympathies get really interesting.

It was a dark, dismal afternoon, like they all seem to bethese days, when I got this call. I could hear the rainbattering the windowpane of my office when the phone rang.

The right things often happen for the wrong reason.

It didn’t take a professional to end a life- Riley

Goddammit! How does the world keep spinning with women on the planet?”Ian St. John in THE POMPEII SCROLL

Now remember, they say if two people go together to visit the Taj Mahal, that means they will always be together. Are you ready for that?””Guess I’m stuck with you then.

Every single time it was grand. I loved the moment when you announce the stickup and everything suddenly goes brighter and sharper and the world seems to spin faster. You show them the gun and...

Going for it and changing what you could change-that’s what success was all about.

I was murdered. Even though my heart continued to beat, I was very much deceased. All faded to black

They were opposite in so many ways, but it was the kind of difference that was balancing-her softness with his steel, his instinct and her logic. He was teaching her by example to have courage...

The old joke is that psychiatrists are doctors who can’t stand the sight of blood. Maybe they can’t stand it, but if they work where I work, they damn well better get used to it.At...

That evening we sat in the courtyard of the hotel once more, watching the sun sink below the western isles. I told Alexi what had happened that day. I fancied I could glimpse the grey...

The slick concrete reflected the facades of the work weary – grey, cracked and old,but more importantly, trodden upon.

You know what, your imagination works faster than your mind.

The arms, legs, and torso with head were dragged away in sections as the children were captivated by the drama, zealously chewing their candies with sticky teeth.

If you believe it, is it real, or is it real because you believe it?

She tugged on his hair. “I’ll have you know I’m no weakling.”He grinned and kissed her forehead. “No, it takes a strong woman to kill a truck.

Sandy’s was one of those places that made poor, white trash feel like high-class consumers. This was the kind of place you’d take your mistress to, but never your wife. Wives expected better. Mistresses were...

There was some violence a year ago. An important kid got shot during an attempted kidnapping while on spring break in Mexico. The Fortune 500 went security crazy. Now rich kids like Jack need a...

Hold on!” The ground is so close and I can see the green grass and smell the scent of it mixed with the sulfur. He helps me turn around and I lock my arms around...

Do you ever wear leather?” the guy asks.”What?””Leather. Do you like leather?””It doesn’t exactly wipe me out.””I like to see boys in leather.”I look at him cool. “Okay,” I say, “what is it you want...

When you stop chasing your dreams, your dreams start chasing you.

It never was about the musician or the instrument – it was about the laser notes in a hall of mirrors, the music itself. It was going to change the world for the better and...

His kiss was like no other! His kiss was enchanted and fairy-tale like. He applied pressure, but just enough to feel his tenderness and warmth. I could feel his heart beating wildly as he pressed...

You’re safe now. Remember that. Believe that.

Recuerda lo que valga la pena recordar. Ignora el resto.

She would keep playing the role of the winner as long as the audience believed her.

They shared a sensation that was as addictive as a needle full of heroin to a street junkie.

I appreciate the gesture, but you don’t have to undress in order to apologize

Light has a voice?” Sarucha inquired, amazed.

For anyone who wanted to throw away his watch, along with his past, this was the place.

I’m giving serious thought into eating yor wife” – Hannibal Lecter

I want to be both for you, Octavian,” she whispered, letting her lips brush the curve of his shoulder.

Virginia screamed, grabbing for the door handle and nearly throwing herself from the moving car. James swerved to the side of the road, slamming on the brakes before she killed herself trying to escape. As...

We are going to hell together. But we’re coming back alive. Don’t forget that.

He held her forever. Ashy flickers swam in his eyes, shadows of temptation drawing her into infinite depths. A breath away from his tantalising mouth, she parted her lips. The thudding of her pulse hurt....

Bite me.

In the temple, I sit on the cool floor next to Grandfather, beneath the stern benevolence of the goddess’s glance. Grandfather is clad in only a traditional silk dhoti–no fancy modern clothes for him. That’s...

Eve: What is it about asking you Catholic questions that gets you all jumpy?Roarke: You’d be jumpy, too, if I asked you things that make you feel the hot breath of hell at your back.Eve:...

Oil and Water, Daddy calls us. At four years younger than me, Katie is only fourteen and she already has half the boys in town eating from her pretty little hand. She tells me I...

You make velocity look good.

She had her sonar continually set for excuses to entertain, to bring together influential and powerful people in a mix that hummed, sizzled, throbbed, and sometimes burst into flames. But I was delighted to be...

If God gave Abraham a ram to prevent his slaying Isaac, He might stick a donkey in the bush for me to ride up this infernal mountainside.”~ Grace Madison, PhD.

Jesus honey, your husband ain’t dead, he’s in hiding.” He growled, watching her visibly flinch. – Jase Devlin

What I’ve always taken away from his words is the sense that we all have something that confines us, that seeks to define us, label us, belittling us in the process, shortchanging our potential. Can...

I’m a sensual adventurer, Sue. I want to explore the passion I feel, really dig into the heart of it, the dark parts, too. I wanted to take you on that journey with me. But...

That made love—not grace—the magic ingredient. Then anew thought hit her. Perhaps love was grace. A shiver wentup her spine. What did that make anger? The antithesis ofgrace?

Deep inside her (ih her harrowed soul) she felt a glowing ember of fury at the man responsible for this. Tha man who had put her in this position. She looked at the pistol lying...

Attorno a noi ci sono colori che prima non avevo mai notato. Il blu dei pavimenti. L’azzurro degli infissi. Il giallo ocra nelle ombre. Le sfumature viola sui soffitti, e dentro agli occhi della gente....

He reasoned, even as a young man, that traditions may linger as he walked though the oracles of time. In later years he thought his mind may one day blur, should he survive to an...