sometimes life isn’t worth the pain. i’m going for a swim. goodbye, my love.

Black rose, black roseWho’s gonna be your only one?Who’s gonna keep you safe and warm?Run, run my baby black roseI’m gonna find you home.

There was noise in the corridor outside Alice’s office; and though it was nothing of concern, they separated. Roger stood, fingers tucked into his waistcoat pockets, admiring prints on the wall that held no interest...

One day you see a man walking down the road, the next day you come to his yard and find him dead… Why is it that he cannot do what the living do? It is...

Many hands make light work.

There’s so many kids,” he said low enough so only Jessica could hear. “We’re going to walk right into them in two more steps.”If it gave Jessica pause, he didn’t sense it. Instead she seemed...

I’ll get even with you. I’ll show your naked baby pictures to your girlfriend.” ~ Chapter 9 The Truth and Nothing but Lies

Just making the cement now, only takes five minutes.””I did it in four once,” Pauly whispered boastfully to Johnny, “but if I’m honest, I was never completely happy that it set properly.””Who was it for?””Big...

Out in the field, any connection with home just makes you weaker. It reminds you that you were once civilized, soft; and that can get you killed faster than a bullet through the head.

Jordan loomed over her and a flash of light blinded her momentarily. The knife. Shane felt her newfound courage faltering, felt herself falling back through the years, into the body of that little girl. No....

I felt it burn all the way down my throat and into my stomach. I felt like I was dying.

It will be a killer, and a chiller, and a thriller, when I get the gorilla in Manila.

You don’t die of a broken heart, it only wears you down—just another rainy day.” – Grey Daze

He felt like a baked bean in a can, soaring through the air on a downward turn of a parabolic arc…

Raven scowled at her. ‘Fine. But if I accidentally shoot you because my aim is shaky, because I’m too tense, because I wasn’t given the chance to relax before going into a potentially very dangerous...

You can’t get the blood out.

I knew then I was going to die in the street without ever seeing Holly again. All because I tried to help an old woman, proving for all eternity that no good deed goes unpunished.

Being a hangman requires you to take someone else’s life based on someone else’s judgment, and carry it out on someone else’s schedule. The job does not provide the same satisfaction that an ordinary murderer...

You will never know everything. Knowledge unfolds as we move forward. Sitting back and waiting to know everything before we do anything is a waste of life.~ I Am Another You

He threw himself to his knees at the stone and tore his damning testimony from the pages of its testament. He held the only evidence of his identity in his hand and in one motion...

She shoved her hands in the deep silk-lined pockets…where she felt the cold steel of a revolver.

I need a favour.’I raise my eyebrows at him in disbelief. What makes him think I’m about to do him a favour? He’s a stranger. And he’s wearing handcuffs.

I lied, but by his reaction I think he liked what I had said. I had told Shreya about Sudeshna and she was okay with our relationship, but there were a few things that I...

Hell had frozen over and I was lost in its endless labyrinth.

You want to come back to the bank vault?” Jack says.The bank vault. That’s what Jack calls his house.

Do you think you could kill a person and not get all crazy about it?

The air in the room was so cold, the exposed flesh of his face felt like ice. “I’ll be the first person to get frostbite in a house sleeping several feet from a roaring fire.

Wenn man meine Seele zeichnen könnte, wäre es irgendein wildes Gekritzel mit deutlich sichtbaren Reißzähnen.

The Ancestral Trail was split into two-halves of 26 issues each. The first half takes place in the Ancestral World and describes Richard’s struggle to restore good to the world. After the initial international run,...

My Ancestor Series of adventure-thrillers run like a raging river. I’m now in the editing process with my next thriller, “The Apothecary.” Please go to my website for excerpts, synopses, and book trailers of all...

Underneath the groundyou can’t hear a soundnot even the sweet falling rainyou might forget about tomorrowforget about the swallowsbut they won’t forget youthey won’t forget you

Life is for running at full on, not running away from with a whimper…

If you like Girl with Dragon Tattoo and Vampires, this is for you! (Kathi Humphries (Design) on ‘ORPHANS – Time is running out’ by Ian Dewar)

Better an honest devil than a lying angel…

But the things in the batteries couldn’t be spiders. It just wasn’t possible. There had to be another explanation. But of what kind?

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

Smiling, he handed Landry the bloody aluminum bat Warnick had used. ‘Time to die, old man,’ he said.

Sal turned, an eye stalk hanging from his teeth.

I will not mince words. There’s been enough mincing for one day. Therefore, I shall ask my question bluntly: How does a man know that his body has been turned inside out? … His eyes...

I’m not ready to die.

Never patronize your readers. That means don’t talk down to them.

Being a Berlin cop in 1942 was a little like putting down mousetraps in a cage full of tigers.

When she was living one of her fantasies she felt like a bird, the freedom of its wings letting her soar without earthly boundaries, enabling her to look on to her vividly imagined scenes from...

Henry was now very annoyed; he had dug himself into a hole so deep that they didn’t make a rope long enough.

You’ll be pretty again, I promise.

Marisa starts to snoop. I might as well too. It’s not often that I get to visit a water pellet company in a freaky refugee nation. -from Fireseed One

Knowing too much had turned him into something else, and he wasn’t sure he liked this newer him, although he felt he could not stop being this other him, darker.

Unintended jealousy is merciless.

Who the hell you think would be answering his phone?” I snarled.

What is your secret? What could you possibly know, more than 80 years after you death, that someone doesn’t want us to find out?