“Excerpted From Chapter Eighteen Pacific Coast Highway ends with a sharp right turn onto Sepulveda. Approaching that intersection, I saw several cars pulled to the shoulder of the road and two fresh, black skid marks leading straight to the edge… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“During 30 years of earning my daily bread as a writer I have learned many lessons about our craft. The most significant of those… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“You are not an "author," you are a writer. If your books are still selling like hotcakes ten years after your demise, THEN you're… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“Excerpted From Chapter 18 The most famous sign in the world was only a few hundred yards above me, and the sight of it… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“Writing is more than a craft; it is a way of life. Everything you see or do becomes part of what you write.” — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“Excerpted From Chapter One I decided staying put in the alley was preferable to keeping the dead guy company, so I went outside and… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“In the wee small hours, California Highway One north of Half Moon Bay is about as desolate as it gets. The narrow, twisting road… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“Excerpted From Chapter One “Rock of Ages” floated lightly down the first floor corridor of the Hollywood Hotel’s west wing. It was Sunday morning,… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“Excerpted From Chapter Eighteen Pacific Coast Highway ends with a sharp right turn onto Sepulveda. Approaching that intersection, I saw several cars pulled to… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
