Muscles burned and her knees ached, but she did not stop. She owed that much to him and would not abandon him a second
THE GIRL WAS TWENTY-THREE POUNDS OF NO! NO, BED! NO, SLEEP! No, no, no!
So much of what passes for excitement in our lives cannot be anticipated, and we must learn to savor the spectacles as they come, and appreciate the rare thrills that punctuate the otherwise monotonou...
Seni ne için affedeceğim? Bana masumiyetin gerçek anlamını gösterdiğin için mi? İnanmaya programlandığım her kibirli nosyonu sorgulamama sebep olduğun için mi? Salak olduğumu fark etmemi sağladığın iç...
I’m a dinosaur, he thought, lumbering through a world where truthtellersare despised.
What happens when we get old? he wondered. Where does the kid part of us go?
We’re all struggling to stay upright, Maura thought. Resisting the pull of temptation, just as we fight the pull of gravity. And when we finally fall, it’s always such a surprise.
Kusursuz suç, diye düşündü Jane. Ama bir görgü tanığı vardı. Mahsen merdiveninin altına saklanmış, sessiz bir kız.
Laura would never be so easily intimidated. She was braver than he could ever be, brave enough to wave her ugly scars like scarlet flags.
Why was it always women who had to do the forgiving? she’d wondered.
Look into mind, universe. We may think it's sick, but for him, this place is a little slice of paradise. A place where the dead are laid to rest. Just the place the Dominator would come. He walks ar...
Maura moved quietly to the alcove. There she lit three candles for three women. One for Sister Ursula. One for Sister Camille. And one for a faceless leper whose name she would never know. She did not...
She siged, a sound of regret for childhood transgressions, for all the lessons learned too late.
My name is Mila, and this is my journey.There are so many places where I could begin the story. I could start in the town where I grew up, in Kryvicy, on the banks of the Servac River, in the district...
Would have said, Not too hot,
Think of what it means to manually strangle someone. How personal it is. The close contact. Skin to skin. Your hands against her flesh. Pressing her throat as you feel her life drain away.’ Rizzoli
Where we go depends upon where we know. And where we know depends upon where we go
Some people make choices hoping for the best; Korsak had made a choice simply to avoid the worst.
Predators go on vacations, too. They take drives in the country and enjoy the smell of the sea, just like everyone else. They are perfectly human. Outside,
She remembered a poster of The Visible Woman hanging in her high school health class, revealing the organs in their anatomical positions. Ugly or beautiful, every woman is merely a package of organs
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