Look at you, locked and loaded, like Mae West of the Motor City.

“My breathing slowed. I shaded her thick chestnut hair resting in a smooth curve…”

“He threw his burning cigarette onto our clean living room floor and ground it i…”

“The lie came out so easily it frightened me. I used to feel sick to my stomach …”

“Vi siete mai chiesti quanto vale una vita umana? Quella mattina la vita di mio …”