The art of sports writing always amazed me. Nine out of ten times the reader already knows the outcome of your story before reading it. They know who won, they probably even watched the game. But they read about it anyway and you have to find a way to write with an insight and angle that makes it seem fresh.
And when they were finally naked they moved.
Christian Scott.
What happens when you eat too much alphabet soup?” “What?” “You have a vowel movement.
It’s a left-brain right-brain thing. People are more agreeable toward people on their left.
I have always had the suspicion that officers assigned to front desk duty were chosen by cunning supervisors because of their skills in obfuscation and disinformation.
Big evil. There was no doubt that the same callous malignancy moved through the blood of the shooter here.
Lie down with dogs, get up with fleas.
The question of how you can hope and expect someone to forgive you when deep down you don’t forgive yourself.
She was on a roll and everybody knew it. It was what cops and prosecutors called being in the tube. It was a surfing reference. It meant they had ridden the case into the water tunnel where everything was going smoothly and perfectly and was surrounding them in glorious balance.
The next ten minutes took ten hours.
The digital world was always billed as a great advancement but he remained skeptical.
Bosch had always thought it wasn’t a bad way to go – doing what you loved.
There were elegantly made up women sitting on bus benches who were not really women and not really waiting for buses.
No, maybe you should start. I have my meeting at.
Every day you fight death with life and what is more vital in life than the physical act of love?
But before I left,” Rider continued, “I learned enough to know that most often sexual abuse of children comes from inside the family, relatives or close friends. The boogey monsters who climb through the window and abduct are few and far between.
The house in Silverlake was dark, its windows as empty as a dead man’s eyes. It was an old California Craftsman with a full front porch and two dormer windows set on the long slope of the roof. But no light shone behind the glass, not even from above the doorway. Instead, the house cast a foreboding darkness about it that not even the glow from the streetlight could penetrate. A man could be standing there on the porch and Bosch knew he probably wouldn’t be able to see him. ‘You.
Bosch always thought that if you started with the assumption that murder is an unreasonable action, then how could there ever be a fully reasonable explanation for it? It was that understanding that kept him from watching and being able to enjoy films and television shows about detectives. He found them unrealistic in their delivery of what the general audience wanted: all of the answers.
Darkness waits. But it comes no matter what you do.