Mercy Will Get You Killed, But Sometimes

I Locked The Door, For What Good It Would Do Me, And Went To Bed. The Browning Hi-power Was In Its Second Home, A Modified Holster Strapped To The Headboard Of My Bed. The Crucifix Was Cool Metal Around My Neck. I Was As Safe As I Was Going To Be And Almost Too Tired To Care. I Took One More Thing To Bed With Me, A Stuffed Toy Penguin Named Sigmund. I Don't Sleep With Him Often, Just Every Once In A While After Someone Tries To Kill Me. Everyone Has Their Weaknesses. Some People Smoke. I Collect Stuffed Penguins. If You Won't Tell, I Won't.

Personally, I Think Neutral Is Just Another Way Of Saving Your Own Ass At The Expense Of Someone Else's.

There Are Things That Can Harm A Lot More Than Physically.

If People Would Write Exactly What I Wanted To Read I Wouldn't Feel So Compelled To Write Myself

Here's The Secret To Finishing That First Book. Don't Rewrite As You Go.