“Perhaps Dexter’s dutiful but uninspired brain pictured him as Sherlock Holmes, able to examine the wheel ruts and deduce that a left-handed hunchback with red hair and a limp had gone down the road carrying a Cuban cigar and a… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
It revealed a cruelty that really made one wonder if the universe was such a good idea after all. — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“We don't get to pick our kin. The best we can hope for is to survive them...” — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
I had killed our careful relationship by driving my tongue through its heart and pushing it off a cliff. — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
I had become a perfect fake human, saying the stupid and pointless things that humans say to each other all day long. — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“Deborah led me away from it and over to the far end of the room. “Dexter,” she said, “promise me you didn’t kill this… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
Detective, I don't know where the boyfriend is, really," I said. And it was true, considering tide, current, and the habits of marine scavengers.… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
And what did you do last night, Dexter? Oh, I played with my dolls while a friend chopped up my sister. — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
In that tremendous flash of freedom, on my way to do The Thing for the first time, sanctioned by Almighty Harry, I receded, faded… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
“It would be much too difficult for anyone to get in and out of this area, especially if they were carrying questionable loads of… — Jeff Lindsay Copy Share Image
