Randal Doering
Goodreads Author
Born
in The United States
Website
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Member Since
August 2010
URL
https://www.goodreads.com/neodoering
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Indian Spirits (Jack Whitstone #1)
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Weeping Woman (Jack Whitstone #2)
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Music Master (Jack Whitstone #3)
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Santa Fe Heat (Jack Whitstone #4)
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The Necromancer of Peach Orchard Valley
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2013
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In the Temples of My Fathers
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2014
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A Feast for the Ghouls
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2013
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Spirits of the Woods and Other Stories
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2014
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Randal, Randal, Burning Bright
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2012
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Night City
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“Each person who ever was or is or will be has a song. It isn't a song that anybody else wrote. It has its own melody, it has its own words. Very few people get to sing their song. Most of us fear that we cannot do it justice with our voices, or that our words are too foolish or too honest, or too odd. So people live their song instead.”
― Anansi Boys
― Anansi Boys

“It's not sipping wine. It's a mourning wine. You drain it. Like this.”
― Anansi Boys
― Anansi Boys

“A song can last long after the events and people in it are dust and dreams and gone.”
― Anansi Boys
― Anansi Boys

“Fat Charlie was thirsty and his head hurt and his mouth tasted evil and his eyes were too tight in his head and all his teeth twinged and his stomach burned and his back was aching in a way that started around his knees and went up to his forehead and his brains had been removed and replaced with cotton balls and needles and pins which was why it hurt to try and think, and his eyes were not just too tight in his head but they must have rolled out in the night and been reattached with roofing nails; and now he noticed that anything louder than the gentle Brownian motion of air molecules drifting softly past each other was above his pain threshold. Also, he wished he were dead.”
― Anansi Boys
― Anansi Boys

“Most people do not notice other people.”
― Anansi Boys
― Anansi Boys