She Could And Had Faced An Armed

An Eye For An Eye.” “that's A Revenge Thing, Right? From Some Play.” “the Bible, Darling. The Lord Of All Plays.

Every Writer Needs An Editor. I Don't Care How Good You Are Or Think You Are.

Roarke: The Bodies Of The Three Men Were Found Floating In The Chattahoochee River. Eve: I Think It'd Be Embarrassing To Be Dead In The Hoochie-coochie River. Roarke: Chattahoochee Eve: What's The Difference? Roarke: Quite A Bit, I'd Think.

She Was Tough In The Best Sense Of The Word. She'd Taken Blows, The Disappointments, And Had Worked Her Way Through Them. Some People, He Knew, Would Have Buckled Under, Found A Clutch, Or Given Up. But She Had Carved A Place For Herself And Made It Work.

He Handed Her Her Cap And Sunglasses, Then Put On His Own While She Frowned At Them. “what Is This?” “a Disguise.” He Grinned At Her. “dobie Wants You To Wear Them. Let’s Give Him A Break, Or He Might Order Fake Mustaches And Clown Noses Off The Internet.” She Rolled Her Eyes, But Put Them On. “and What, This Makes Us Look Like Twins? Where Are Your Tits?” “you’re Wearing Them, And May I Say They Look Spectacular On You.”' - Chasing Fire