“Kilgore here will keep the record straight.” “Kilgore?” “The tape recorder. I name things. If you name things, then you treat them… — Aaron Starmer Copy Share Image
“Her bone-white face lit up like she was at a surprise party. “Hear that, Dwyer? He called me ma’am! Stay forever if… — Aaron Starmer Copy Share Image
“Do you want to be saved?” I asked. Keri cocked an eyebrow. “Like Jesus?” “Like Lancelot.” “I hang my hair out the… — Aaron Starmer Copy Share Image
“We were weirdos, Fiona and I. Creative minds like ours were the minds of aliens. And the soul-suckers, the plagiarists, the malicious… — Aaron Starmer Copy Share Image
“He’s not a bad guy, deep down,” I said. My dad slipped the key into the door. “Deep down, no one is.… — Aaron Starmer Copy Share Image
