Rayven T. Hill > Quotes

“Other inmates yelled and whistled, slamming and shaking the bars that contained them. They hooted and howled at him as he was pushed ahead.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“The rustling noise was coming from the living room. The sound of drawers opening and closing. Hugging the wall, he inched steadily toward the sound of the intruder. He held his rifle in a firing position. Bolt back, safety off, ready to fire. A careful glance around the corner showed a shadowy figure dressed in black, holding a flashlight, snooping in drawers, violating his home. Quinton raised his rifle and carefully aimed. “What the hell are you doing in my house?” he demanded. He got off one shot as the invader ducked. Then, crawling, stumbling, and diving toward the open window the thief plunged outside head first, landing with a thud six feet down. Quinton was at the window now. A second shot winged the villain in the shoulder as he tried to rise. A third shot and he was down. Flat on his face, a bullet through his head. Dead. It is said those with the most money get the most justice. And that appeared to be true in Quinton’s case. It seems the fourteen-year-old intruder came from a family with some wealth, while Quinton did not. In fact, his lawyer wasn’t up to much and the end result was a hanging judge handed down a sentence of ten years. Tried and convicted of manslaughter. Sent to Kingston Penitentiary. Locked away.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“obsessive thoughts, and recurring nightmares. Her job performance had suffered. Personal relationships were falling apart, and now, she half-staggered the four blocks home, disappointed that the pain she had been feeling earlier had not been successfully smothered”
― Rayven T. Hill, Cold Justice

“one more step. Jake put his hands up. Jeremy drew the revolver away from Annie’s neck and pointed it at Jake’s head. He couldn’t possibly miss at this distance. His hand began to squeeze the trigger, just as Jenny stepped out”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“time in the head. The boy on the ground stopped his”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“He may be your grandson, but he’s my son,” she said, and then added, “Jake’s and mine.” “Listen to me, Annie. Your father”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“He looked down, aimed his father’s old H&R 22-caliber revolver and took another shot, this time in the head. The boy on the ground stopped his pathetic whining, crying and pleading and remained 1silent and still.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“this place for a week, an’ I need my”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“assaulted”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

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― Rayven T. Hill, Captive Justice

“so supportive to her, helping her through the first rough days after the ordeal in the barn. She just couldn’t bear to tell him she knew his leg was better. So, she pampered him anyway. He deserved it. She had chided him gently”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“It may not be so bad. There could be opportunities here. Jeremy chuckled as he turned and sat on the lower bunk. He”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“in”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“came.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“and a cut along one arm where she’d scraped it on a piece of sharp plaster. But otherwise ok. She smiled grimly. “I’m free,” she whispered, as if not believing it. She jumped to her feet and threw her”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“The chain rattled as they moved another step. Once more. Rattle. Then, once more. Rattle. They were about ten feet away now. Jake abruptly took three strides to the right, and then one forward. He stopped and turned back to face them. “Stay still,” Jeremy screamed, as he turned toward Jake.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“He looked down, aimed his father’s old H&R 22-caliber revolver, and took another shot, this time in the head. The boy on the ground stopped his pathetic”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“Andy said.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Justice Overdue

“He gave a groan and rubbed his leg. Annie sat back in her chair and smiled at him. He had been so supportive to her, helping her through the first rough days after the ordeal in the”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“Sandwiches and salads, and of course,”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“the word, “euthanized”. It sounded like a happy word.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“Jeremy knew all too well, it had been necessary. Shoving the weapon in his belt, Jeremy Spencer looked around. Except for a couple”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“Shoving the weapon in his belt Jeremy Spencer looked around.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“Jake, it’s Hank.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“and for the more discriminating, some herbal refreshment.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Cold Justice

“the booming city demanded”
― Rayven T. Hill, Personal Justice

“He didn’t need a reason. He’s a killer and that’s what killers do.”   ~*~”
― Rayven T. Hill, Captive Justice

“Rayven T. Hill was born in 1954 in Markham, Ontario. He has had a variety of occupations and careers since then, spending the last fourteen years as a computer programmer and web site designer. His first”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“air and he could taste it. The constant echo of metal on metal assaulted his ears. Other inmates yelled and whistled, slamming and shaking the bars that contained them. They hooted and howled at him as he was pushed ahead. He faced one last door. It swung open, and a hand on his back thrust him into the small room. The leg constraints were removed, and then the cuffs binding his wrists. Finally, the”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice

“Drip, drip, drip.”
― Rayven T. Hill, Blood and Justice