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“May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.”
― A Dead Red Oleander
― A Dead Red Oleander
“Whatever does not kill me makes me stronger.”
― A Dead Red Cadillac
― A Dead Red Cadillac
“I follow the tracks as they roll over the berm, cutting twin ruts in the banked up earth, the crazy, jigsaw pattern of my reckless descent. Trucks and drivers intent on dinner, home, family whiz past—I wish I were one of them.”
― A Dead Red Oleander
― A Dead Red Oleander
“So,” he drawls, “what’s your story, little lady?”
― A Dead Red Oleander
― A Dead Red Oleander
“glass beads to his kitchen.”
― A Dead Red Heart
― A Dead Red Heart
“Truth is rarely pure, and seldom simple,”
― A Dead Red Cadillac
― A Dead Red Cadillac
“A few crows shop the furrowed rows for worms, weevils, and grasshoppers. One hops over to inspect the truck I'm lying under, cocks a beady black eye, probably attracted to the shiny metal police-issued handcuffs, my hand in one of the cuffs, dangling from wrist to arm, and finally down to me, Lalla Bains, aero-ag pilot, sometime busybody, meddling where I shouldn't—again.”
― A Dead Red Oleander
― A Dead Red Oleander
“Too bad I didn't have on my engagement ring; maybe I could get him to peck at the lock mechanism and open it. Yeah, right, and while I'm hallucinating, maybe get him to bring me a nice cold Pepsi.”
― A Dead Red Oleander
― A Dead Red Oleander
“I'm a second hand vegetarian. Cows eat grass, I eat the cows, and I’m going to continue to enjoy eating that way till I die, thank you very much.”
― A Dead Red Miracle
― A Dead Red Miracle
“Chapter One: The world is flat. I know it is, because for the last five hours the view has been exactly the same. Only the sun has done any traveling, working its long shadows through straight lines of harvested cotton. A few crows shop the furrowed rows for worms, weevils, and grasshoppers. One hops over to inspect the truck I'm lying under, cocks a beady black eye, probably attracted to the shiny metal police-issued handcuffs, my hand in one of the cuffs, dangling from wrist to arm, and finally down to me, Lalla Bains, aero-ag pilot, sometime busybody, meddling where I shouldn't—again. I'm dirt smeared and sweaty, thinking if I get out of this alive, if the killer doesn't return to finish me off, I'll foreswear all future sleuthing. My dad, Caleb my fiancé, my best friend Roxanne, and half of Stanislaus County will be pleased to bear witness to that promise.”
― A Dead Red Oleander
― A Dead Red Oleander
“Of course you do, sugah, but the polite thing to do would be to wait until we’re all in the car.”
― A Dead Red Oleander
― A Dead Red Oleander
“pressurized”
― A Dangerous Harbor
― A Dangerous Harbor
“my Kindle loaded with mystery and detective fiction.”
― A Dead Red Heart
― A Dead Red Heart
“but don't forget, most serial killers were once sweet little boys, too.”
― A Dead Red Heart
― A Dead Red Heart
“The hardest part for me is the first chapter and then the ability to leave it alone until I’m completely done with the first draft. I wanna tweak it, make it better, make it pretty, but first chapters can change, and in some instances should change, as the story unfolds.
First lines in a book are my favorite thing to create. I think this is where readers decide… buy me, or not.”
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First lines in a book are my favorite thing to create. I think this is where readers decide… buy me, or not.”
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“is good for those who have nothing to lose.”
― A Dead Red Cadillac
― A Dead Red Cadillac
“blush rise”
― A Dangerous Harbor
― A Dangerous Harbor
“No, I can't! I won't! No man has ever gotten knifed on account of me. If he dies, I won't ever get a chance to say goodbye. And if he lives, I want to be the first person there so I can ask him why he did such a stupid thing”
― A Dead Red Oleander
― A Dead Red Oleander
“Maybe I could get the answers and clear”
― A Dead Red Oleander
― A Dead Red Oleander





