“He's a drunken bum is what I'm talking about. And he might be a jailed one, too, if I report his hittin' me. Unless you want to add a little extra to the telephone money.” — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“She stood there, half lit by the street lamp, her diamond choker sparkling. A knot formed in my stomach, and I knew it wasn’t… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“It rested flat on a surface. A cushion or a mattress. The toes curled up. Then another foot appeared, suspended in air until a… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“He lunged for me, but stopped short of hitting me, instead taking hold of my arm and pulling me toward him. ‘If I ever… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“The Ondřej feeling swept over him. The very thing he tried to explain to Sheila over the phone from France. The feeling that drove… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“Alicia, enough!’ We all froze. My dad had only invoked his Code Red Warning: You’ve Done It Now voice twice in my lifetime. The… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“She could work any situation to her advantage, instantly turning herself into the life of the party, whether it was some soirée for an… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“I’m not certain how we accomplished it, but roughly three and a quarter hours later, as the moon dipped to its lowest point in… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“You know,’ the woman said, ‘I’ve heard tell that there’s a speck of gold for every ten thousand bread crumbs on the planet. Do… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“The little plastic figure swung back and forth against Marco’s hip, as if trying to keep up with him. No — not keeping up.… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“I know we haven’t been formally introduced, Nathan,’ she said, ‘but I feel like I know practically everything about you.’ She picked up my… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“She turned. ‘I’m quite serious, you know. I plan to murder him tonight.’ She touched my leg again; my muscles tensed. ‘I’ve got it… — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
“I stood for a few moments, looking for the Little Dipper. ‘Howdy, Breandan,’ I whispered. ‘Look at me now. Can you believe my predicament?” — Barry Brennessel Copy Share Image
