Pat had recently gotten really into staring at ceiling fans, primarily the one in his bedroom, but he wasn’t particular. The one in his bedroom was good. Well not good, but interesting. Sort of.

The day our house burnt down, I was out fishing with my Grandad Stephen. He wasn't actually my grandad. Not blood-related anyway, but he'd married my grandma when I was two, so he felt like he was my real grandad.

So, you’re thinking about working for Mr. Bob Hensham, huh? Think he’s the cat’s pajamas or something? Think his business is going places, but you’re wondering, why am I going around town telling people that he’s the Devil?

Lester Grainger had only lived in Green Prairie for less than eighteen months, but he would never live to see a full year and half. There was nothing about him that was striking, nothing that would cause a woman to take notice of his looks, nor would any man find him a challenge...

By the time they crossed the state line, when it was full dark and no stars, Krystal was still complaining about the heat, while Mark was more concerned about Bumpy, who was lying in the backseat. The screaming had started again, and it...

No one lives in my house now. You can tell because, at night, there are no lights. People should have lights on at night. Not too late at night, people have to sleep, but around dinnertime or just after, when people go to the den to watch Get Smart or something...

Miranda couldn’t recall the last time a circus came through town.