I've Never Lost My Capacity To Be

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. “nice Abs.” “yeah, I Work Out Twice A Month. No Expectations. But Stop Hitting On Me, It’s Embarrassing.

Whitney Smacked Coop's Snout While Simultaneously Pressing Herself Deeper Into The Couch. Coop Fixed Her With An Unblinking Ice-blue Stare, Gray-brown Fur Bristling Along His Spine. "tory!" Whitney Squealed. "he's Going To Attack!" "maybe." I Walked Into The Kitchen And Snagged A Diet Coke From The Fridge. "try To Protect Your Throat.

Tory A Father Isn’t Supposed To Fear His Fourteen-year-old Daughter. That Being Sad, You Terrify Me.

I've Been Accused Of Being A Minimalist Writer. I Don't Like A Lot Of Verbiage In There.

What Gives My Books Authenticity Is That I Actually Do What It Is I'm Writing About. I Think The Fact That I Am In The Autopsy Room, I Go To The Crime Scene And I Do Work In The Lab Gives My Books This Flavor That Otherwise They Wouldn't Have.