My Research For 'adam' Affected Me Profoundly,

My Stories Are Not Christianized At All. I Don't Even Have Any Christians In My Stories. What They Are, Are Stories About Ordinary People Going Through Extraordinary Circumstances In Which I'm Exploring Truth. How Light Overcomes Darkness In A Way That's Unmistakable To Anyone Who Has Any Kind Of Faith.

The World Didn’t Like To Look At The Dark Underside Very Often. But That Didn’t Change The Ugliness; It Only Ensured That Those Who Perpetuated The Ugliness Were Left Alone To Kill And Maim And Rape.

My Research For 'adam' Affected Me Profoundly, Particularly The Research Into Evil's Underbelly. We Tend Not To Think About Evil Until It Pokes Its Head Out Of The Air About Us And Then It Tends To Scare Us Silly. As Well It Should.

Grow Up? Get Herself Straightened Out? Her Mind Reeled From The Verbal Battering. No Matter What She Did, Her Father Would Tell Her She Was Wrong. Worthless. Undeserving.

Keep Your Words. This Pain Is No Life." "you Only Feel Pain Because You're Alive, Boy!" The Keeper Thundered. "this Is The Mystery Of It. Life Is Lived On The Ragged Edge Of The Cliff. Fall Off And You Might Die, But Run From It And You Are Already Dead!