Karin Slaughter

Your mother and I had always been secretly pleased that you were so headstrong and passionate about your causes. Once you were gone, we understood that these were the qualities that painted young men as smart and ambitious and young women as trouble.

Ben Carver knew something about you after all.

Ben Carver knew something about you after all.

He was spraying her with piss.

He was the anchor that kept her from drifting away.

Please don’t leave me, Paul. Please.”

“I won’t,” he promised.

But then he did.

“The truth can rot you from the inside. It doesn’t leave room for anything else.”

“‘Your adversary the devil prowls around like a roaring lion seeking someone to devour.’”

psychopaths were like fire. They needed oxygen to burn.