There Was Nothing More Dangerous Than People

We Become Comfortable Saying That There's Nothing New, And Then Something Like Malarky Comes Along, Which Is New And Old And Different And Familiar, But Ultimately Itself, Comfortable In Its Own Skin, Wise And Smart And Crazy-sexy Or Maybe Sexy-crazy-well, You Just Have To Read It To Understand. It's A Novel That Sets Its Own Course, Sure And Steady, Even When It Seems Like It Might Be About To Go Over The Edge Of The World.

It's Smarter To Be Lucky Than It's Lucky To Be Smart.

Whatever You Want, At Any Moment, Someone Else Is Getting It. Whatever You Have, Someone Else Is Longing For.

The Competition For The Future Of Crime Fiction Is Fierce, As It Should Be, But Don't Take Your Eyes Off Craig Mcdonald. He's Wily, Talented And-rarest Of The Rare-a True Original. He Writes Melancholy Poetry That Actually Has Melancholy Poets Wandering Around, But Don't Turn Your Backs On Them, Either. I Am Always Eager To See What He's Going To Do Next.

Anyone Can Love A Perfect Place. Loving Baltimore Takes Some Resilience.