R.J. Harlick > Quotes

“I could feel his eyes drilling into my back.”
― R.J. Harlick, Red Ice for a Shroud

“A loon called from across the lake in the hushed stillness of the rising moon.”
― R.J. Harlick, A Green Place for Dying

“Though I didn’t start out plotting a life for Meg, it happened as the writing and the storylines unfolded, much like life itself. I would place obstacles in Meg’s way and see how she handled them. Sometimes she overcame them with ease, other times with great difficulty.”
― R.J. Harlick, Purple Palette for Murder

“Eric was barely breathing.”
― R.J. Harlick, Death's Golden Whisper

“Our canoe raced toward the rock.”
― R.J. Harlick, The River Runs Orange

“He liked the staccato beat of the rain drumming on the roof of the carving shed.”
― R.J. Harlick, Silver Totem of Shame

“They arrived without warning on a perfect Indian summer day.”
― R.J. Harlick, Death's Golden Whisper

“the turning leaves. I’d”
― R.J. Harlick, Death's Golden Whisper

“the cottage lights”
― R.J. Harlick, Death's Golden Whisper

“I was sitting in my kitchen agonizing over my Christmas grocery list when I heard the noise.”
― R.J. Harlick, A Cold White Fear

“Meg, you have to go. I can't.”
― R.J. Harlick, Arctic Blue Death