A Handgun At Two Hundred

I Think My Books Come Out Very Visual, Which Is An Obvious Consequence.

I Have Three Desks. One Empty For Paperwork, One For The Internet And Email, And One For The Writing Computer.

I Wanted Readers To Be Genuinely Unsure As To Whether She's Telling The Truth Or Lying. It Meant Making Her Partly Sympathetic, And Partly Unsympathetic, Which Wasn't Easy.

Intensely Vivid Characters, Terrible Crimes, And A Brutal Deep-frozen Landscape All Prove Beyond A Reasonable Doubt That Cold Nurtures Good And Evil As Readily As Heat ... And That Giles Blunt Is A Really Tremendous Crime Novelist.

He Had Fallen Out Of The Ugly Tree, And Hit Every Branch.