“ I'm the biggest critic of my own work, but sometimes you nail a chapter so good that you have to take a step back and admire that bitch. R.D. Ronald
“ This faulty light fitting at the front door with the dangerously flickering bulb looks rather festive. Who says I don't do Christmas? R.D. Ronald
“ The best writers tend to look the roughest in photos. At least that's the excuse I use for why I look so bad in mine. R.D. Ronald
“ Just been poisoned by my gran. Nothing says Christmas better than familicide and anaphylactic shock. R.D. Ronald
“ I saw a meme the other day with a picture of Marilyn Manson and Robin Williams. It said about the former, this isn’t the face of depression, and about the latter, this is. This really struck a chord a… R.D. Ronald
“ After a week he was moved to a different wing and into a shared six-by-eight with a grizzled old con called Alf. He had faded tattoos that stained most of the visible skin on his hands, arms and neck… R.D. Ronald
“ That's why Twinkle likes the place so much, Scott thought, looking around at the faded wood veneer tables, and the faded souls drinking at them. Misery was soaked through the place like the old beer s… R.D. Ronald
“ Solitude led to retrospective thinking, and if the past is what you are trying to get away from, then constant distractions in the present are needed. R.D. Ronald
“ Jack laughed behind him, a mirthless sound from a man who had been on the wrong end of life's ironies too many times. R.D. Ronald
“ Strange how things turn out. Two birds, one stone and all that.' McBlane chuckled at his own impromptu joke. 'But things have worked out for the best and now we all get to work together,' he said, and… R.D. Ronald
“ Consider and then act, don't react. A worthy opponent will calculate his move to entice a response from you. Make your own play. R.D. Ronald
“ Scott glanced at his watch but didn't register what it said. The notion of time had become as absurd as the quietly glowing trees. R.D. Ronald
“ Sometimes he missed the numbed, walking-underwater feeling feel that the cocktail of narcotics used to give him. But if a situation went down in here, he was going to need all of his wits to get out o… R.D. Ronald
“ Deciding to wait, Scott sat down with a pint away from the bar at a corner table and lit a cigarette. The clientele in there on Sunday afternoon were the same as most other afternoons. From middle-age… R.D. Ronald
“ The guard looked down at the scarlet bloodstains blooming on his chest. He appeared to think of something that he needed to say, but as his lips began to form the words, his knees gave up the strain o… R.D. Ronald
