Matthew Dafoe

“Before Maddocks could blink, Angie reached down and thrust her hand between Leo’s legs, grabbing him by the balls. He froze. She held. Eyes locked with the old cop’s, she squeezed.”
― Loreth Anne White, The Drowned Girls

“Who knew grief could be so goddamned physical, a dark and sly trickster that blindsided you when you weren’t even thinking about loss, and suddenly you couldn’t get it out of your mind again.”
― Loreth Anne White, In the Dark

“It was only eleven in the morning, but some days called for day drinking, and this might be one of them.”
― Lucinda Berry, Keep Your Friends Close

“Porter knew little about golf. The idea of hitting a little white ball, then chasing after it for hours on end, did not appeal to him. While he understood it was challenging, he did not consider it a sport. Baseball was a sport. Football was a sport. Anything you could play at eighty years old while toting your oxygen tank and wearing pastel slacks would never be a sport in his book.”
― J.D. Barker, The Fourth Monkey