It's that moon again, slung so fat and low in the tropical night, calling out across a curdled sky and into the quivering ears of that dear old voice in the shadows, the Dark Passenger, nestled snug in the backseat of the Dodge K-car of Dexter's hypothetical soul.
That rascal moon, that loudmouthed leering Lucifer, calling down across the empty sky to the dark hearts of the night monsters below, calling them away to their joyful playgrounds.
been there done that, bought the t-shirt"
Chapter 2
Mots clés he-said-what
A man who discovers his pants are on fire tends to have very little time to worry about somebody else's box of matches
Jeff LindsayMots clés humor philosophical
We can't always do what we think we have to do. So when there's nothing else you can do, you wait... No matter what... pressure... you might feel.
Jeff LindsayI know family comes first, but shouldn't that mean after breakfast?
Jeff LindsayFor the first time I could remember, I felt weak, woozy and stupid— like a human-being. Like a very small and helpless human-being.
Jeff LindsayCould this be the Apocalypse?
Jeff LindsayCould this be the Apocalypse ?
Jeff LindsayThe students we saw were all bright, attractive, and polite, and the teachers all seemed to be smart and dedicated, and I began to appreciate the benefits of a private school education. If only I'd had the opportunity to attend a place like this, who knows what I might have become? Perhaps instead of a mere blood-spatter analyst who slunk away at night to kill without conscience, I could have become a doctor, or a physicist, or even a senator who slunk away at night to kill without conscience. It was terribly sad to think of all my wasted potential.
Jeff LindsayMots clés humor dexter-is-delicious
You're driving me NORMAL!
Jeff LindsayMots clés humour mystery psychological-thriller
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