Memories, You See, Hurt. The Good Ones

Memories, You See, Hurt. The Good Ones Most Of All.

Myron Reached For The Phone And Dialed Win's Number. After The Eighth Ring He Began To Hang Up When A Weak, Distant Voice Coughed. "hello?" Win?" Yeah." You Okay?" Hello?" Win?" Yeah." What Took You So Long To Answer The Phone?" Hello?" Win?" Who Is This?" Myron." Myron Bolitar?" How Many Other Myrons Do You Know?" Myron Bolitar?" No, Myron Rockefeller." Something's Wrong," Win Said. What?" Terribly Wrong." What Are You Talking About?" Some Asshole Is Calling Me At Seven In The Morning Pretending To Be My Best Friend." Sorry, I Forgot The Time.

There's Always A Price You Pay When You Lie. Once You Introduce A Lie Into A Relationship, Even For The Best Of Intentions, It Is Always There. Whenever You’re With That Person Again, That Lie Is In The Room Too. It Sits On Your Shoulder. Good Lie Or Bad Lie, It's In The Room With You Forever Now. It's Your Constant Companion.

I Still Try To Make The "next" Book My "best" Book. I Want To Grip And Move You In Unexpected Ways.

The Book I Always Say That Influenced Me, Subconsciously, Because At The Time I Didn't Know I Wanted To Be A Writer, Was William Goldman's 'marathon Man.' That Was The First Adult Thriller That I Loved. I Read It When I Was 15 Or So, When My Father Gave It To Me.