I Write Slowly. I Actually Write Quickly,

‎"cardinal Baggia," The Killer Hissed. "have You Prayed Yet?" The Italian's Eyes Were Fearless. "only For Your Soul.

The Act Of Tattooing One's Skin Was A Tranformative Declaration Of Power, An Announcment To The World: I Am In Control Of My Own Flesh.

When A Question Has No Correct Answer, There Is Only One Honest Response. The Gray Area Between Yes And No. Silence.

Pain Is A Part Of Growing-up. It Is How We Learn.

Writing An Informative Yet Compact Thriller Is A Lot Like Making Maple Sugar Candy. You Have To Tap Hundreds Of Trees - Boil Vats And Vats Of Raw Sap - Evaporate The Water - And Keep Boiling Until You've Distilled A Tiny Nugget That Encapsulates The Essence.