Occupation: Crime Writer Birth: 1950
One of the surprising things I hadn't expected when I decided to write crime fiction is how much you are expected to be out in front of the public. S….
I was a university professor, I could talk on and on and on. Give me a podium and you have to drag me off with a hook..
Many fiction writers who put the science in dont get it right..
Hiram!' Shelton ran to Hi's side. 'Aren't you you bleeding? I thought she shot you!' 'Red wine. When I saw it running everywhere, I played dead.' He ….
Im studying jerkoffs in the wild," Ben answered dryly. "This seemed like a good chance to view one up close..
As a pirate, she once undressed a fencing instructor using only her sword!.
You'd be naive if you think you are going to retain any control once you option a character to TV..
I hated myself for needing him at such times, for craving his strength whenever I felt upset..
I tend to watch a lot of movies at home. It's nice to be close to the refrigerator with my pyjamas on and just relax..
At first I probably seem very abrupt, but I like efficiency. There's work and there's play, and I always think: 'Let's get the work over with so we c….
An elite confederacy of nerds. My peeps.
Though Anne was born in Alabama and schooled in Mississippi, she had traveled North, and, like many Southerners, gained a theoretical understanding o….
I'm not writing great literature. I'm writing commercial fiction for people to enjoy the stories and to like the characters..
God help anyone who messes with the Virals!.
Amazing.” Hi stripped off his shirt, wrung it out. “Score one for your honker.” “Thanks, I think.” I cocked my chin at Hi’s substantial midsection. “….
I've never lost my capacity to be shocked..
Today he wore a burnt-orange shirt, black pants, and a tie that looked like a street fight at the south end of the color wheel..
We did just leave an insane asylum,” Hi agreed. “For all we know, Chance spend his nights dancing naked with sock puppets, plotting to invade Canada..
Fine. Everybody wears seatbelts. No radio. No distractions.” Ben shot Hi a stern look. “No running commentary.” “Your loss,” Hi said. “To the pimp ri….
Ben yanked Hi sideways as spikes snapped from the wall…Once again, only Ben’s reflexes had saved him. “Please stop doing that!” Ben barked. “Please k….
Chance wore a white tuxedo with tails. On anyone else? Doopy. On him? Yes, please..