His face was in my neck and he was breathing hard. Was he grieving me? Already? Would he miss me? Had I, in some tiny way, come to matter to this enigmatic, hard, brilliant, obsessed man? I realised he'd come to matter to me. Good or evil, right or wrong, he mattered to me.
Karen Marie MoningShe's my baby girl, Quinn. I want love for her. Real love. The kind that makes a man crazy inside. -Gibraltar to Quinn
Karen Marie MoningIf he were any other man, I might have suspected him of substance abuse, of being coked up or something. But Barrons was too much a purist for that; his drugs were money, power, and control
Karen Marie MoningEvery time I think Iโm getting smarter I realize that Iโve just done something stupid. Dad says there are three kinds of people in the world: those who donโt know, and donโt know they donโt know; those who donโt know and do know they donโt know; and those who know and know how much they still donโt know. Heavy stuff, I know. I think Iโve finally graduated from the donโt-knows that donโt know to the donโt-knows that do.
Karen Marie Moning