“The Murder Ballad of Samuel J. McCarthy”
Eryk Pruitt
"Only faraway were there sounds—probably miles off, at the freeway—but they were as significant as shushes from a seashell."
"Only faraway were there sounds—probably miles off, at the freeway—but they were as significant as shushes from a seashell."
"Isaiah was meeting Dodson at the Coffee Cup, a neighborhood institution stuck between a dry cleaners and a Mexican market. He was nervous about it. They were going to talk about partnering up, the conversation long overdue. "
"You think it’s going to be so simple, starting a family, and then when it’s taken from you, the future you’d imagined snatched away, it feels like a death."
"The funeral was strange because Alice’s death had been strange. No cause of death. No body. No certainty."
"The truth had slowly been revealed, and once he had the full grasp of it, the killing became as inevitable as the sunrise."
"I owe my discovery of the Sybil Joines Vocational School to a bookstore and a ghost."
"The words burrow into my sleep, taking on urgency, growing louder, until the sound of my own frightened shout wakes me."
"Paulien was so engrossed in her work that she never heard him approach and only slowly became aware that someone was standing behind her."
"The most secret database in the United States, probably in the world, had apparently been hacked."
"Since time immemorial, immortals had tormented other immortals by destroying human beings under their protection."
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