“My life is a Stephen King novel,” she whispered. “Everything gets worse. And worse. And worse. When it finally can’t get any worse, everybody dies.” — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“As she drove the Trace, each curve revealing a scene rich with life and as picturesque as illustrations from a children's book, Anna was… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“Gossip, unless aimed or honed sharp like a weapon, was natural to human beings. It showed interestin oe's fellows, interest in the well being… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“Like many people who lasted any length of time in the rescue professions, she'd worn out the 'if' factor pretty quickly. You were where… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
God was dead. Let Him rest in peace. Now, finally, the earth was hers with no taint of Heaven. — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“bad vibes, an underlying sickness or misery that oozed out around the edges of conversations and interactions.” — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“The shame attached to rape was men’s shame, shame they were too weak to carry: that their gender could do this, that they could… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“Anna remembered her fifth grade teacher, Mr. White, telling her that hatred wasn't the worst of emotions. If one hated, one still cared. Indifference… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“EMTs learned to love brave patients--they weren't nearly such a pain in the ass as the whiners--but not to trust them. In the name… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“My life is a Stephen King novel,” she whispered. “Everything gets worse. And worse. And worse. When it finally can’t get any worse, everybody… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
Dose it ever amaze and delight you that of all the places in the world - cold grassy nests under hedgerows, warm patches of… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“Dead strangers evoked a smorgasbord of the lesser emotions and served as marvelous educational tools, warnings, and veiled threats. When an acquaintance was killed,… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“Anna drove with the window rolled down, breathing in the essence of autumn: an exhalation of a forest readying itself for sleep, a smell… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
“As a rule it offended her to be rescued, but this one time she would have welcomed it, been gracious even. And grateful. With… — Nevada Barr Copy Share Image
