rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
On the last morning of Virginia's bloodiest year since the Civil War, I built a fire and sat facing a window of darkness where at sunrise I knew I would find the sea.
Survival my only hope. Success my only revenge
Has all the trappings of a mystery novel, doesn't it?
In the first person, the readers feel smart, like it's them solving the case.
I've always believed human blood is red because it really needs to draw attention to itself.