“True love is like little roses, sweet, fragrant in small doses.” — Ana Claudia Antunes Copy Share Image
“Anna Blanc was the most beautiful woman ever to barrel down Long Beach Strand with the severed head of a Chinese man.” — Jennifer Kincheloe Copy Share Image
“Like a sparrow in its flitting, like a swallow in its flying, a curse that is causeless does not alight.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“My first order of business was to look in the side pocket where I had hidden my garnet and gold necklace.” — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Yet, the quest for knowledge will overcome us and we must know. And, at last, we must see where the road ends,… — Nancy B. Brewer Copy Share Image
“Anna lifted her chin, “Forgive my interruption, Mr. President, but I am Assistant Matron Anna Blanc, and I’ve come about the singsong… — Jennifer Kincheloe Copy Share Image
“Burlic screamed. He threw back his head and roared a single furious word into the night: “Waeccan.” The name erupted from him… — Mikey Campling Copy Share Image
“Under the sanctuary are the catacombs where the dead wait for resurrection. The living do not venture there. The caverns here underneath… — Ned Hayes 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… — 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… — 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,… — 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… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
“Stars flicker above, points of bright ice in a dark river. I pull a heavy sheepskin around my legs and stretch my… — Ned Hayes 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… — H.P. Oliver Copy Share Image
