Washington D.C. is burning, blowing up before SSA Ellie Conway’s eyes. More than ever she needs her controversial connections to prevent more terror attacks and horrifying deaths.
Jennie’s life has always been planned to the nth degree, but no amount of planning could have prepared her for losing someone she loved. Someone she’d planned on spending the rest of her life with. She’d grieved, according to plan, and moved on.
A fierce modern thriller, with more contortions than a python coiling out of control ... ~ T. L. Needham, awarding winning author of When I Was A Child.
Parking meters, the bane of every driver’s existence, could prove fatal for Teller, an award-winning investigative journalist.
After the 1994 general election which brought democracy to South Africa and swept Nelson Mandela’s ANC into power, South Africans were intoxicated by euphoria. The widely predicted civil war had not happened. The crushing burden of apartheid had gone. Black and white celebrated together. But the slate of hate had not been wiped clean.
This is a story of what could have happened after the election.
Gwen Kane, estranged daughter of a Forbes millionaire and bearer of a horrifying secret is lured into a dangerous international cult. It falls to Alex Kirwan and Ted Reagan to rescue her.
Can they unravel the mystery of Gwen’s importance in time to survive?
Will Gwen pierce the seemingly impenetrable armor around Alex’s heart?
And, above all, will Alex and Ted get paid?
‘The blood is the life! The blood is the life!’ is all a mysterious bullied teenage dropout, Patient K, will say. Possessed by Dracula during a hallucinogenic trip, he embarks a quest to find his immortal beloved.
The word “compelling” is, perhaps, the most overused in the book reviewer’s arsenal. But it is hard to think of a better one to describe D.J. Swykert’s novel “The Pool Boy’s Beatitude.” Captivating, hard to stop reading, and intense, this is the story of a classic underachiever. ~ Readers+Writers Journal
My gripe is not with lovers of the truth but with truth herself. What succor, what consolation is there in truth, compared to a story? What good is truth, at midnight, in the dark, when the wind is roaring like a bear in the chimney? What you need are the plump comforts of a story. The soothing, rocking safety of a lie. - from The Thirteenth Tale by Diane Setterfield
Most writers are not quick-witted when they talk. Novelists, in particular, drag themselves around in society like gut-shot bears. - Kurt Vonnegut
The man who does not read good books has no advantage over the man who can't read them. - Mark Twain
Lord! when you sell a man a book you don't sell just twelve ounces of paper and ink and glue, you sell him a whole new life. Love and friendship and humour and ships at sea by night - There's all heaven and earth in a book, a real book. - Christopher Morley
If you have any young friends who aspire to become writers, the second greatest favor you can do them is to present them with copies of The Elements of Style. The first greatest, of course, is to shoot them now, while they're happy. - Dorthy Parker
Writing books is certainly a most unpleasant occupation. It is lonesome, unsanitary, and maddening. Many authors go crazy. - H. L. Mencken
You must write every single day of your life... You must lurk in libraries and climb the stacks like ladders to sniff books like perfumes and wear books like hats upon your crazy heads... may you be in love every day for the next 20,000 days. And out of that love, remake a world. - Ray Bradbury
All writers are vain, selfish and lazy, and at the very bottom of their motives there lies a mystery. Writing a book is a horrible, exhausting struggle, like a long bout of some painful illness. One would never undertake such a thing if one were not driven on by some demon which one can neither resist nor understand. - George Orwell
Teaching me to read was my mother’s paradisiacal gift. Libraries were paradise found. - From Stealing the Marbles by EJ Knapp
The problem with defending the purity of the English language is that the English language is as pure as a crib-house whore. It not only borrows words from other languages; it has on occasion chased other languages down dark alley-ways, clubbed them unconscious and rifled their pockets for new vocabulary. - James D. Nicoll