The setting sun burned the sky pink and orange in the same bright hues as surfers' bathing suits. It was beautiful deception, Bosch thought, as he drove north on the Hollywood Freeway to home. Sunsets did that here. Made you forget it was the smog that made their colors so brilliant, that behind every pretty picture there could be an ugly story.
Michael ConnellyI'm always looking at ways of shaking up the writing experience because I think it helps.
Michael ConnellyThat's the irony in the work: the best stories are the worst things that happen. My best times were somebody else's worst.
Michael Connelly