“booths fashioned from tarps and cast-off wood, a squalid tent city that housed vendors hawking tacky artifacts and articles of second-hand clothing. A retired Greyhound coach creaked as it entered the muddy lot, carrying a handful of intrepid tourists and… — Russell Blake Copy Share Image
“the shadows. “Why do you think they invented chess?” “He’s got you there,” said the captain, following Fletcher. Jake jogged slightly to catch up… — Russell Blake Copy Share Image
“noisy flight as the lone man’s skull exploded in a bloody splatter. His body crumpled to the concrete, dead before what was left of… — Russell Blake Copy Share Image
“booths fashioned from tarps and cast-off wood, a squalid tent city that housed vendors hawking tacky artifacts and articles of second-hand clothing. A retired… — Russell Blake Copy Share Image
“of Swords to bed, I couldn’t shake the sense of unfinished business. I’d go to sleep and have vivid dreams, and they were always… — Russell Blake Copy Share Image
“who had suffered under Heather’s sadistic thumb for sixteen years, until the bitch had finally graduated high” — Russell Blake Copy Share Image
“Writing is easy. All you have to do is cross out the wrong words.” ― Mark Twain” — Russell Blake Copy Share Image
“The problem with getting older is you meant to bring sexy back, but then you got sidetracked, and wound up napping instead.” — Russell Blake Copy Share Image
