“I was always a killer. It was my skill, and they’d taught me well. She taught me love.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“But what kind of love? It had so many faces, so many names. Jealousy wove a thread around it, and envy, and fear. People… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Wishful thinking, that time might heal—it seldom healed anything, only making scars that were often tender to the touch, and ugly.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“a rough sort of child with a bullying nature and a particularly unclear concept of personal property.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“When you watch the living force go out of a man’s face as you fire your weapon into his unprotected body, it is very… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“I was always a killer. It was my skill, and they’d taught me well. She taught me love.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Now he realized that somehow those who had served in France and elsewhere knew a world that couldn’t be shared. How could he tell… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“There have always been two standards,” Rutledge answered. “People called Fiona a whore, but there’s no name for a man who has an illegitimate… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
I firmly believe as an author you have to go out in life and hear the stories of people. In pubs in the UK… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Children were quick to grasp the subtleties of emotions around them, to see through evasions and quickly identify prevarication.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“Courage is not measured by Marching bands and banners in the wind. If you have not walked The bloody lines and seen the faces,… — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
I was a corporate trouble-shooter for many years, and I know what it is like to walk very carefully into a hostile environment. — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
“That's the point of working with one's hands, you see. It gives the mind something else to do besides worry.” — Charles Todd Copy Share Image
