""I very much need to be dead." These are the chilling words left behind by a man who had everything to live for--but took his own life. In the void that remains stands his widow, Jane, surrounded by questions destined to go unanswered . . . unless she does what all the grief, fear, confusion, and fury inside of her demands: find the truth, no matter what"--… (more)
The major advances in civilization... all but wreck the societies in which they occur. - Alfred North Whitehead
I look down into all that wasp-nest or bee-hive... and witness their wax-laying and honey-making, and poison-brewing, and choking by sulphur. - Thomas Carlyle, Sartor Resartus
To Gerda. You rock me.
Jane Hawk woke in the cool dark and for a moment could not remember where she had gone to sleep, only that as always she was in a queen- or king-size bed and that her pistol lay under the pillow on which the head of a companion would have rested had she not been traveling alone.
But whatever might be coming, she would meet the threat, for it had fallen to her, through no choice of her own, to fashion the millstones and hang them around the necks of the damned.